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Monday, January 14, 2013

A man is struck by a bus on a busy street in New York City.

He lies dying on the sidewalk as a crowd of spectators gather around.

"A priest. Somebody get me a catholic priest!" the man gasps. A policeman checks the crowd----no priest, no minister, no man of God of any kind.

"A PRIEST, PLEASE!" the dying man says again.

Then out of the crowd steps a little old Jewish man of about eighty years of age.

"Mr. Policeman," says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a Catholic. But for fifty years now I'm living behind St. Elizabeth's Catholic Church on First Avenue, and every night I'm listening to the Catholic litany. Maybe I can be of some comfort to this man."

The policeman agreed and brought the octogenarian over to where the dying man lay.

He kneels down, leans over the injured and says in a solemn voice:
"B-4... I-19... N-38.... G-54..... O-72. . ."
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