A young nun at a convent had one too many sexual indiscretions, and
turned up pregnant. Scared, she told no one of this, and was thankful
that the order she belonged to wore loose, floor-length habits that
would keep her secret safe, possibly right up until the birth. And so it
did, and upon the evening when the contractions started, she rushed down
into the basement, hoping that no one would hear either her own moaning,
or the cries of the newborn child. After the birth, panic set in; she
didn't know WHAT she should do with the baby. If she were found with the
child, she would be thrown out of the order, with no place for food or
shelter. Knowing that the Mother Superior was a wise woman, and also
having no other options, she placed the baby in a basket, and quietly
crept into the sleeping Mother's room in the pre-dawn hours. She left
the baby, and silently exited the sleeping chambers. At sunrise, the Mo
ther Superior awakened, and heard the baby as it was just waking from a
nap. She quickly looked over the side of her bed, at the child in the
basket, fell back in her bed with a sorrowful look, and dejectedly
sighed, "Oh, God! You can't even trust your own finger any more!"
