Drug problems
A letter was printed in our church bulletin a few weeks ago, written by an unknown concerned citizen. Though I modified it slightly — it expresses the way we were raised in my family. When asked if I ever had any drug problems growing up. “Well, sort of,” I replied. I was drug to church on Sunday, I was drug to weddings, funerals and family reunions. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults or other children. I was drug to the “woodshed” when I disobeyed my parents or other family members, or brought home a bad report card from school. If I spoke with ...