One day while at the track betting on the ponies Mitch nearly
losing his shirt ...
... he 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. Mitch was most interested to see
what the priest did the next race.
Sure enough, he watched the priest step
out onto the track as the 5th race horses lined up, and place a
blessing on the forehead of one of the horses.
Mitch made a beeline for the 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 bestowed his blessing on for the 6th race. The priest
showed, blessed a horse, Mitch bet on it, and it won!
Mitch was elated! As the day went on, the
priest continued blessing one of the horses, and it always came in
first. Mitch began to pull in some serious money, and by the last
race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made
a quick stop at the ATM, withdrew his savings and awaited the
priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on.
True to his pattern, the priest stepped
out onto the track before the last race and blessed the forehead,
eyes, ears and hooves of one of the horses.
Mitch bet every cent, and watched the
horse come in dead last.
Mitch was dumbfounded. He made his way to
the track and when he found the priest, he demanded, "What
happened, Father? All day you blessed horses and they won. The
last race, you blessed a horse and he lost. Now I've lost my
savings too, thanks to you!!
The priest nodded wisely and said, "That's
the problem with Protestants, you can't tell the difference
between a simple blessing and the Last Rites.
Submitted by Pat, Blue Mt Lake, Va.