Mitch, a hard-shell Southern Baptist, loved to sneak away to
the race track. One day he was there betting on the ponies
and nearly losing his shirt, until he noticed this priest
who stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of
one of the horses lining up for the next race. Low and
behold, this 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 horses paced, and blessed the forehead of
one of the horses.
Mitch made a bee-line for the window and placed a small bet
on the horse, even though it was another long shot. The
horse the priest had blessed won the race! Mitch collected
his winning and anxiously waited to see which horse the
priest bestowed his blessing on for the next race.
The priest showed, blessed a horse, Mitch bet on it , and it
won! Mitch, as the day went on, and 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 big money 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. Mitchell bet every cent,
and watched the horse come in dead last!
Mitchell 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, thanks to you!
The priest nodded wisely and said "That's the problem with
you Protestants... you can't tell the difference between a
simple blessing and the Last Rites."
[ Author Unknown -- from 'LABLaughs' ]
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