Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Wayne 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.
Wayne 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.
Wayne collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless for the 6th race. The priest again blessed a horse. Wayne bet big on it, and it won...he was elated. As the races continued the priest kept blessing long shot horses, and each one ended up coming in first.
Bye and bye, Wayne 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. Wayne also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag.
Wayne 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.. Wayne , 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.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sitting by the window of her convent, Sister Barbara opened a letter from home
one evening. Inside the letter was a $100 bill her parents had sent.
Sister Barbara smiled at the gesture. As she read the letter by the window, she
noticed a shabbily dressed stranger leaning against the lamp post below.
Quickly, she wrote, "Don't despair. Sister Barbara," on a piece of paper,
wrapped the $100 bill in it, got the man's attention and tossed it out the
window to him.. The stranger picked it up, and with a puzzled expression and a
tip of his hat, went off down the street.
The next day, Sister Barbara was told that a man was at her door, insisting on
seeing her. She went down, and found the stranger waiting.
Without a word, he handed her a huge wad of $100 bills.
"What's this?" she asked. "That's the $8,000 you have coming Sister," he
replied. "Don't Despair paid 80-to-1."
one evening. Inside the letter was a $100 bill her parents had sent.
Sister Barbara smiled at the gesture. As she read the letter by the window, she
noticed a shabbily dressed stranger leaning against the lamp post below.
Quickly, she wrote, "Don't despair. Sister Barbara," on a piece of paper,
wrapped the $100 bill in it, got the man's attention and tossed it out the
window to him.. The stranger picked it up, and with a puzzled expression and a
tip of his hat, went off down the street.
The next day, Sister Barbara was told that a man was at her door, insisting on
seeing her. She went down, and found the stranger waiting.
Without a word, he handed her a huge wad of $100 bills.
"What's this?" she asked. "That's the $8,000 you have coming Sister," he
replied. "Don't Despair paid 80-to-1."
No comments:
Post a Comment