bus on a busy street struck a Catholic man.
>
> He was lying near death on the sidewalk as a crowd gathered.
>
> "A priest. Somebody get me a priest!" the man gasped.
>
> Long seconds dragged on but no one stepped out of the crowd.
>
> A policeman checked the crowd and finally yelled, "A PRIEST, PLEASE!
> Isn't
> there a priest in this crowd to give this man his last rites?"
>
> Finally, out of the crowd stepped a little old Jewish man in his 80s.
>
> "Mr. Policeman," said the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a
> Christian. But for 50 years now, I'm living behind the Catholic Church
> on
> Second 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 agreed, and cleared the crowd so the man could get through
> to
> where the injured man lay.
>
> The old Jewish man knelt down, leaned over the man and said in a solemn
> voice:
>
>
>
>
>
> B-4 .... I-19 .... N-38 ... G-54 ... O-72

Good one!

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