In a Convent in Ireland ~

In a convent in Ireland, the 99-year-old Mother Superior lay
quietly. She was dying. The Nuns had gathered around her bed, laying
garlands around her and trying to make her last journey comfortable.
They wanted to give her warm milk to drink but she declined. One of
the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen.*

*Then, remembering a bottle of Irish Whiskey that had been received
as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a
generous amount into the warm milk.*

*Back at Mother Superior’s bed, they lifted her head gently and held
the glass to her lips. The very frail Nun drank a little, then a
little more and before they knew it, she had finished the whole
glass down to the last drop.*

*As her eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good
opportunity to have one last talk with their spiritual leader.
“Mother,” the nuns asked earnestly, “Please give us some of your
wisdom before you leave us.” *

*She raised herself up very slowly in the bed on one elbow, looked
at them and said, DON’T SELL THAT COW…”*

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