I grew up in the 60’s and 70’s. As you know, that was the height of rampant drug use. And I do have a confession to make; I had a childhood drug problem. That drug problem is what made me who and what I am today. You see, I was drug to church on Sunday mornings; I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and drug to family homes for vacation.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was drug to the back porch and spanked when I disrespected my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not say please and thank you, spoke ill of a teacher or the pastor or in general, did not put forth my best effort.

I was drug to the bathroom sink to get my mouth washed out with soap when I used profanity. I was drug to the neighbor’s house to help out if they were sick and could not mow the yard. I was drug to help my dad help church members around their house if they needed help.

And, you see, those drugs are still in my veins and have an effect on my behavior today. They are stronger than any cocaine, crack or heroine. I think today’s children need these kind of drugs today. America would be better off.

OK, I admit that I am not the originator of the above story. I modified it to fit my childhood. It was penned by ‘A concerned citizen’, but once I read it, It did mirror my childhood. A psychologist told my parents that they were ruining me and that I would not grow up to be a normal person. Well, thank God for that, because if what I am is not normal, then it is time that we strive to make to make it so.