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An Irish girl went to London to work as a secretary and began
sending
home money and gifts to her parents. After a few years they asked her to come home for a visit, as her father was getting frail and elderly. She pulled up to the family home in a Rolls Royce and stepped out wearing furs and diamonds. As she walked into the house, her father said, "Hmmm... they seem to be paying secretaries awfully well in London." The girl took his hands and said, "Dad, I've been meaning to tell you something for years, but I didn't want to put it in a letter. I can't hide it from you any longer. I've become a prostitute." Her father gasped, put his hand on his heart and keeled over. The doctor was called, but the old man had clearly lost the will to live. He was put to bed and the priest was called. As the priest began to administer Extreme Unction, with the mother and daughter weeping and wailing, the old man muttered weakly, "I'm a goner... killed by me own daughter! Killed by the shame of what ye've become!" "Please forgive me," his daughter sobbed, "I only wanted to have nice things! I wanted to be able to send you money and the only way I could do it was by becoming a prostitute." Brushing the priest aside suddenly, the old man sat bolt upright in bed -- "Did you say prostitute? - Oh thank Hevvin! I thought you said PROTESTANT!" Greg Hopper
"Why is it that when we talk to God
we're said
to be praying, but when God talks to us we're schizophrenic?" - Lily Tomlin - |
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