Wisdom

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The 98-year-old Mother Superior from Ireland was dying. The nuns

gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey comfortable.

They tried giving her some warm milk to drink, but she refused it.

One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen; and remembering

a bottle of Irish whiskey received as a gift the previous Christmas,

she opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.

Back at the Mother Superior's bed, she held the glass to her lips.

Mother drank a little, then a little more; and before they knew it,

she had drunk the whole glass down to the last drop.

'Mother,' the nuns asked in earnest, 'please give us some wisdom

before you die.'

She raised herself up in bed and said, 'Don't sell that cow.'