August 17, 2006

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A man in New York City was hit by a bus. He was lying on the ground, in bad shape, as a crowd gathered. A policeman ran up and asked the man how he was doing. "I’m dying," the man said, "I need a priest." The officer turned to the crowd and said, "Is there anyone here who’s a priest?" For a minute or so no one said anything. Finally, an old man came forward and said, "I’m not a very religious man, but I live next to the Catholic church and I can hear what goes on every night. Maybe I can help." The officer said, "Good, just repeat what you’ve heard." The old man leaned down to the injured man and said, "B-13, I-22, N-42…"