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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: epicure who wrote (101396)	4/20/2005 7:59:04 PM
From: Grainne	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

Yes, I see your point. It is just hard for me to understand. Having been forced to pray as a baby and toddler and small child, and not being able to understand conceptually what I was doing but knowing I hated it, I am just really biased on this issue. It felt abusive to me. I do not think Kid Rock is a child abuser. Did I not say that? I can say it again. I cannot imagine any belief system that requires babies praying making any sense at all. Babies should be protected from this in any belief system.

To: epicure who wrote (101396)	4/20/2005 8:05:58 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

I'm more concerned about parents who do not indoctrinate their children with basic ethical and moral values. Those are the parents who aren't there, or do not care. We can't afford that kind. Here's another way to look at it: Hi Mom, I thought you and Dad would get a charge out of this. You proved it was true. [The following came to me through the internet, author unknown.] Drug Problem The other day, someone at a store in a small 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 told him that I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up on the farm 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 nor how I was feeling about it. 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 if I uttered a profane four-letter word. ( I do know what Lye soap tastes like.) I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds 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 fire wood, 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 wood shed. 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 might be a better place today. (Can I get an Amen to that!)