Catholic Irish Girl's Support
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 fur 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 my own daughter!
Killed by the shame of what you'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, the old man sat bolt upright in bed, smiling. "Did you say
prostitute? That was a close one - I thought you said Protestant!"