The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a methamphetamine lab
had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question,
''Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?''

I replied: I had a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie,
brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the
teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything
that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I
uttered a profane four-letter word.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some
poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop
some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime
as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think.
They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem........................

America would be a better place.

 

"America would be a better place."

couldn't have said it better.

 

Well said, 'ben!!!!!!!


Just two days ago, a young kid (high school age) threatened my youngest son (12 years old) and told him, "Go 'way, punk. If you come back up to my end of the street, I'm gonna kill you."

This kid is at least a foot taller than my son, and at least 4 years older.

Well, being the concerned, protective parent that I am. . . I drove up the street to have a 'chat' with his parents.

After knocking on the door (I could clearly see two people sitting at the kitchen table a few feet from the door), a guy comes to the door and says, "(ahem) W T F do you want?"

Now, I had never spoken to this guy before, in my entire life.

I asked him if _________ was his son.

"W T F is it to ya, dawg?"

After I explained the situation, and that my son is only 12 years old, I was there, in an attempt to come to a resolution to this.

"Get the _________ off my porch and take your ________ back down the street, where your _______ belongs."

Well. . . . there you have it, folks. This is the reason WE as a nation are doomed to failure or 'critical mass'.

If this scenario had been about my actions, my Dad would have:
1. Smacked some 'sense' into me. (Right in front of this guy!)
2. Told me to apologize to this man and his son. (If I refused, I would have been 'punished' again.)
3. I would have been on 'restriction' until I was 40.



And yes. . . I had the same 'drug' problem that 'ben describes in the original post.

 

I think Ben and I were raised by the same parents...I can remember most of those "drugs".

 

I had the same or almost the same. All I can do is thank my dad for always being there for me. At times when I was younger I thought that my dad was so mean for grounding me, taking my car away and spanking me when I was bad. But, I know that I needed it and if he did not do the things he did that I would of been a bad person today.

 

ok so i am having a huge case of Dejavu or this was posted somewhere here before.....

but still very true....thats how i was brought up...

 

America's 'Drug' problem:

Aptly displayed in the movie 'A Christmas Story' when Ralphie utters a cuss word in front of his mom. Asked where he heard that, he bluts out the first name he thinks of. Mom immediately calls the miscreants mother and we can hear, over the phone, the suprised yelps as he gets the tar walloped out of him.

Funny as all get out to those over 40 because we recognize the discipline being enforced. Unfamiliar humor with the younger generation who have never experienced this type of discipline. My kids used to ask me if this really happened back then.

 

I'm 34 and know it all too well. Not to mention, my kids--10, 8 and 7 will have the same drug problem.

"Progressive" parents only makes progress in the wrong direction.

Jason

 

It could have been posted here before.

Received it in my e-mail and thought I'd share it.

 

I have to admit, I was drug everywhere also. I even got drug to the woodshed if they even thought I did something wrong, whether I did or not. That was parenting back then plain and simple. Something society needs more of today.

 

that guy who answred the door like that would have lost me at hello.

when i was about 12 years of age, i was getting pushed around at the bust stop by a couple of kids. we had just moved to the cape and my parents were freshly divorced. tough times in my life. so i tell my pops about whats been going on at the bus stop. he told just go about your business etc..... so a couple of days later at the bus stop, and apparently my dad was watching from down the street which i didnt know. so after being pushed a couple of times,this car comes flying up the road,and its my pops,and these kids dont know that its my dad. he comes up gets in the kids face says a whole bunch of choice words that i dont remember....subsequently that kid never bothered me again. the scary part for me was still to come. so my pops left me there right after the incident,says get on the bus,and let me know this afternoon if anyone else has a problem with you. that bus ride to school that day, was hard due to the fact that all i heard on the way to school, was how the kid was going to call the cops...etc....and that i was going to be taken away.

now since my parents were just recently divorced and being 12 years of age,attending a whole new school etc.....then having to think that my pops was going to be taken away.....that was probably the scariest thing that i have ever been through in my life

my pops knew the reprocusiions of getting into a teenagers face, with the thoughts of pummeling him were probably racing through his mind....he did what he had to do,and he made a hella of a statement, and ill never forget it

 

blue oval... should i come down to MD and you can introduce me to the character down the street ill drug him out of his porch and proceed to drug him up and down the block by his ears as i beat some sense into him.... i love fathers like that they always tend to fall so quick and whine like the babies they are
I was bullied as a kid myself... til i learnd to hit back and since then ive always had a soft spot for the kids who were scared to hit back

 

Most bullying is a facade. You'd be surprised what you can accomplish by standing your ground, with a stern look, and in a calm, even and firm tone tell them you're gonna personally introduce them to Lucifer. You might get stomped into the ground, too, but life is full of risks. If they do start pounding, don't be afraid to fight dirty--and I mean real dirty--joints, nuts, eyes, fishhooking--the works.

As far as I'm concerned if someone attacks you, even with only their fists, it is a life-threatening situation. One punch in the wrong place at the wrong time can kill a person, from shoving their nose up into their brain to busting a rib and puncturing a lung. Fighting dirty tends to take away the fun for the bully.

Jason

 

I had the same drug trouble in my younger years and never regretted it a day. I had troubles with bullies as well when I was younger until I put a stop to it, that did not mean I become a bully but when I have encountered unbecoming behavior in another individual first I weigh what it means to me or my family and if I consider it intolerable which takes a bit, I extract justice period.

I should say however this in most cases should invlolve the law but I live at least 45 minutes from help if they came imediately and knew where to come and from the right county, I know this was tested when lightening hit my land line phone system and made a 911 call, the resultant burn up of the system made it a hang up unable to reconnect. My wife and I were in bed asleep and hour and a half later when they showed up from the wrong county. My rear got chewed first while I woke up then I chewed them up afterwards.

I also live 2 miles from my closest neighbor who is elderly this means the only individual I can depend on is me, these are the risk's that a person has to assume when you live out here like this which I have for a share of all of my life. It may sound bad but I have had 3 encounters and 1 that got to look down the barrel of my gun from the wrong side, it helped them make up their mind that they were no where they should have been at that hour of the eve.

I should not have went on this like this but that jerk that was met at the door with such unbecoming behavier set my teeth on edge, had I been the one there I would have went to jail no question about and I would have in spite of the fact of having a brain would have failed to understand why I was the one in trouble. I quess I have lived out in the country too long.

 

Update on my neighbor:

I left my house yesterday evening, to take my youngest son to Scouts.

My son saw the 'kid up the street' walking past our house, so, I stopped the car and asked him if he had threatened my son.

He used that same expression, "Dawg" on me, just like his Dad did. (I guess it was his Dad.)
Anyway. . . I told this kid under no uncertain terms, that I was NO 'Dawg'.

He then admitted (after a couple of seconds) to saying that IF my son came back down the street, that he would "Kill" him.

I let him know that IF he touched my son, that I would personally see to it that he would be locked up, and since his pants were hanging below his rear-end, and because he was so young, that he would make 'someone' in jail, a real nice "Girlfriend". (And then asked him if he knew what I was talking about!)

He pulled his pants up, and said that he had no intention of harming my son, that he was showing off in front of his buddies.
I said, "I thought so."

I also told him that if he wanted to let his Dad know that we had talked, to please do so. I then pointed towards my house and said that I'd be back in about an hour, and would gladly talk to him, then.


I then drove off.


Some kids are just punks. They like to 'bully' smaller kids, and think that because of 'who' they are, or 'what' they are. . . that they can get away with it.

Personally, I think that my son could have 'taken' him.

I'm sorry for the thread hi-jack. We return you now to the regularly scheduled programming. . . . . .