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."
