Aug 302010
 

A 98-year old Mother Superior from was dying. The nuns gathered
around her bed trying to make her last journey comfortable. They tried
giving her some warm to drink but she refused it.

One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen and remembering a
bottle of Irish 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, she held the glass to her lips. Mother
drank a little then a little more. Before they knew it she had drank
the whole glass down to the last drop.

“Mother,” the nuns asked with earnest, “please give us some
wisdom before you die.”

She raised herself up in the bed and whispered, “Don’t sell that
cow.”

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