What's your backup?

BACK in the sixties when I was teaching in a junior high school, our community experienced a flood of drug problems. Dealers enlisted the aid of students to push drugs on campus, and this problem seemed impossible to cure.

Every Monday morning when we came to school, a scene of utter chaos greeted us. Lockers were open, and books and papers were scattered, blowing in the wind. It was most distressing. I was depending on prayer and a conviction that man is spiritual to keep from accepting this as an unchangeable reality. In my classroom there was no evidence of any drugs, but what went on outside of it didn't seem to be improving.

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