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Sonya (My own experience)
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Date Posted: 00:06:12 10/31/24 Thu
Hon, I really don't know how to answer this question except maybe to say I agree with Gary Steven on this. I think trying to force the kids to take drug tests would be a big mistake.
Now this question reminded me of something that happened to me when I was nineteen. Ramona and I were bored on a Saturday night because our boyfriends were working. So some friends of ours were having a little field party. So we decided we'd go. We were good girls (for a while) but as the evening wore on, we gave into the temptation and had some beer. No body was checking ID's so, it was not a problem. Well soon we had a little too much and we were wanting to go home. But neither one of us was in any shape to drive. I locked up the car and we started walking. We walked to nearby gas station that had a pay phone and I called my boyfriend Mark. He was off work by then and had gotten home but was still awake. I asked him if he could come pick us up. I told him where we were and I was too messed up to drive. He told me he'd be right there and to just stay where we are. While we were waiting, some blue lights started flashing. It was a Deputy named Brent. He knew us and our families from church. He stepped out of the car and asked if there was a problem and I told him, we were ok, but we were at a party and in no shape to drive. Then told him my boyfriend just got off work and was on his way to pick us up. He just smiled at us and said, "Ok girls, but I'm gonna stay here with you to make sure you're ok till he gets here." Soon, Mark pulled up and asked if everything was ok. Brent, just said, "I saw them here and thought I'd stick around to make sure they were ok till you got here." They both helped us get in the car. We stopped at Ramona's house and got her inside. Her dad was laughing too hard at her to be mad. Mark helped me back in the car and I was almost out by then and he took me home. He helped me get up to the porch and I tried to open the door but couldn't so he helped me inside. Daddy woke up and saw us. I heard Mark and Daddy talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Then I heard Momma's voice. I was thinking I was in a lot of trouble when she came in the bedroom with Daddy and Mark. I felt Mark kiss me on the head and tell me he loved me. I heard Momma and Daddy talking and then I felt Momma taking off my sandals and pants. I started crying and apologizing, I was thinking I was about to get a spanking. But she and Daddy were both talking to me really calm trying to get me to calm down and go to sleep. Within moments, I passed out.
The next thing I remember, there was a soft knock at my bedroom door and I heard Daddy's deep voice, "Sonya, are you awake?" I saw it was light outside and then looked at my clock and saw it was after Noon already. It suddenly hit me, I was late for church and I started to panic. Then it hit me, I was having my very first hangover. I never felt so sick in all my life. My head was pounding and I felt like I was about to throw up. Daddy was talking to me softly asking me if I needed anything. All I could say is I was going to throw up, so he helped me get up and into the bathroom. I barely made it. He pulled my hair back and stood beside me with his hand on my forehead while I vomited. I started bawling. Apologizing to him over and over again. He just held me tight and said, "it's ok baby girl." I stood there crying as he put my hair up in a pony tail. I asked him why he did that and he said "Just in case you get sick again." As soon as he said that, I was bent back over and throwing up again. After a third time, he got a cool washcloth and wiped my forehead down and my face. Then walked me back to the bedroom. He helped me back into bed and sat with me rubbing my arm. I was still crying and finally asked him, "Daddy are you gonna spank me?" He just chuckled and said, "No baby girl, I think you've already been punished enough." Then I remembered Ramona. I asked him if she was ok, and he told me that Mark and I took her home before I came home. He told me to stay in bed and relax and he was going to bring me something that would settle my stomach and something for my headache. He came back with something to drink and some Tylenol. He had me sit up and sip the stuff he brought slowly. It was gross. But he said it would make me feel better and he was right. Then he had me take some Tylenol for my headache. I asked him if Momma was mad and he told me no and that she decided that he should stay home from Church and help me which she, my brother and sister went to service. He also talked about Mark and about what a good boy he is and bragged on him for helping to take care of me. Not long after, I heard Momma and my sibs come in. She came to my room to check on me. I told her I was feeling a little better. She asked if I felt like eating anything and I told her maybe a little. I asked her if she was mad at me and she kissed me on the head and said, "Baby, I'm not mad at you. I was surprised, but not mad. Then she got a little more serious, and told me, If you had tried to drive home, last night, I would have been very angry with you." She kissed me on the head again, and said, "Your Daddy and I will probably be discussing this more with you later, when you feel a little better." Daddy just smiled and gave me a little wink.
Mark called on me a little later and I called Ramona to see how she was feeling. She had a rough morning too. My parents did have a discussion that evening, but it wasn't bad. I promised them, I would never do anything like that again. Daddy got really stern sounding for a moment and said, "If you do, I'm gonna blister your butt." Then he smiled and gave me another wink. That was my first and last time I ever got drunk.
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