2009.07.22 Isaac Clelland: Drugged in Morenci
What I read in last week’s Observer startled me. How could Morenci, a small lovely town, have a drug problem? That started me to thinking.
A lot of my friends and I had drug problems when we were younger. We were drug to church on Sunday morning. We were drug to weddings and funerals. We were drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
We were drug by our ears when we disrespected someone, and drug to the woodshed when we disobeyed our parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of another person, or if we didn't put forth our best effort in whatever we did.
We were drug to the kitchen to have our mouths washed out with soap if we said a bad word. We were drug out to the garden to pull weeds. We were drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors. We were drug to the poor old lady’s house to mow her yard, fix her clothes line, or some other task, and if we ever so much as took a dime as a tip for this kindness, we would have gotten drug back to the woodshed.
These drugs are still in my veins to this day. They affect my every behavior and everything I think, do, or say. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and if today’s children had this kind of drug problem, the world might be a better place.
God bless the moms and dads who drugged us.
– Isaac Clelland
West Branch, Mich.