BlueXJ
02-13-2011, 07:34 PM
One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but losing his
shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped out onto the track and blessed the
forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.
Lo and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the race..
Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch watched with interest
the old priest step onto the track. Sure enough, as the 5th race horses came to
the starting gate the priest made a blessing on the forehead of one of the
horses.
Mitch made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse.
Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed
won the race.
Mitch collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest
would bless for the 6th race The priest again blessed a horse.
Mitch bet big on it, and it won. Mitch was elated.. As the races continued the
priest kept blessing long shot horses, and each one ended up coming in first.
By and by, Mitch was pulling in some serious money. By the last race, he knew
his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick dash to the ATM,
withdrew all his savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him
which horse to bet on.
True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track for the last race and
blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day.
Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old
nag. Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
He then watched dumbfounded as the old nag come in dead last. Mitch, in a state
of shock, made his way down to the track area where the priest was.
Confronting the old priest he demanded, 'Father! What happened?
All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the
horse you blessed lost by a Kentucky mile. Now, thanks to you I've lost every
cent of my savings -- all of it!'.
The priest nodded wisely and with sympathy.
'Son,' he said, 'that's the problem with you Protestants, you can't tell the
difference between a simple blessing and last rites.'
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shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped out onto the track and blessed the
forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.
Lo and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the race..
Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch watched with interest
the old priest step onto the track. Sure enough, as the 5th race horses came to
the starting gate the priest made a blessing on the forehead of one of the
horses.
Mitch made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse.
Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed
won the race.
Mitch collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest
would bless for the 6th race The priest again blessed a horse.
Mitch bet big on it, and it won. Mitch was elated.. As the races continued the
priest kept blessing long shot horses, and each one ended up coming in first.
By and by, Mitch was pulling in some serious money. By the last race, he knew
his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick dash to the ATM,
withdrew all his savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him
which horse to bet on.
True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track for the last race and
blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day.
Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old
nag. Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.
He then watched dumbfounded as the old nag come in dead last. Mitch, in a state
of shock, made his way down to the track area where the priest was.
Confronting the old priest he demanded, 'Father! What happened?
All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the
horse you blessed lost by a Kentucky mile. Now, thanks to you I've lost every
cent of my savings -- all of it!'.
The priest nodded wisely and with sympathy.
'Son,' he said, 'that's the problem with you Protestants, you can't tell the
difference between a simple blessing and last rites.'
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