The Priest

[blondboy (imported)]

A Catholic man is struck by a bus on a busy street. He is lying near

death on the sidewalk as a crowd gathers. "A priest. Somebody get me a

priest !" the man gasps.

Minutes drag on and no one steps out of the crowd.

A policeman checks the crowd and finally yells, "A PRIEST, PLEASE! Isn't

there a priest in this crowd to give this man his last rites?"

Finally, out of the crowd steps a little old Jewish man of at least 80

years of age. "Mr. Policeman," says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not

even a Christian. But for 50 years now I've been living behind the

Catholic Church on First Avenue, and every night I'm overhearing their

services. I can recall a lot of it and maybe I can be of some comfort to this poor man."

The policeman agrees and clears the crowd so the man can get through to

where the injured man lay.

The old Jewish man kneels down, leans over the prostrate man and says in

a solemn voice:

"B-4, I-19, N-38, G-54, O-72"