Catholic Man Struck by a Bus
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 gathers
around.
"A priest. Somebody get me a 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 at least
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:
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