A man, a non-practicing Catholic and who has not been to church for years, was struck by a bus on a busy street. He laid near death on the sidewalk as a crowd gathered.
"A priest. . .please. . .somebody get me a priest!" the man gasped.
Seconds dragged on but there was no response from the crowd.
A policeman, who shortly thereafter joined the crowd to check on what was going on, then yelled, "Isn't there a member of the clergy in this crowd to give this man his last rites?"
Finally, a little old Jewish man in his 80s stepped forward.
"Officer," said the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a Christian. But for 50 years now, I've lived behind the Catholic Church on 2nd Avenue, and every night I overheard their services. I can recall a lot of it, and may I can be of some comfort to the poor man."
The policeman then instructed the crowd to stand back so that the old man could get to where the injured man laid.
The old Jewish man knelt down, leaned over the man, and solemnly intoned: "B-5 … I-19 … N-38 … G-54 … O-72."
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"A priest. . .please. . .somebody get me a priest!" the man gasped.
Seconds dragged on but there was no response from the crowd.
A policeman, who shortly thereafter joined the crowd to check on what was going on, then yelled, "Isn't there a member of the clergy in this crowd to give this man his last rites?"
Finally, a little old Jewish man in his 80s stepped forward.
"Officer," said the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a Christian. But for 50 years now, I've lived behind the Catholic Church on 2nd Avenue, and every night I overheard their services. I can recall a lot of it, and may I can be of some comfort to the poor man."
The policeman then instructed the crowd to stand back so that the old man could get to where the injured man laid.
The old Jewish man knelt down, leaned over the man, and solemnly intoned: "B-5 … I-19 … N-38 … G-54 … O-72."
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