He lies dying on the sidewalk

On a busy street in New York City, a man hustles across an intersection and is just about makes it to the other side when he’s hit by a bus.


He lies dying on the sidewalk as a crowd gathers around.


“A priest somebody get me a priest!” the man gasps.


“A priest, please!” repeats the dying man.


Then out of the crowd steps a little old Jewish man of at least 80 years.


“Mr Policeman,” says the man, “I’m not a priest.


I’m not even a Catholic.


But for 50 years now I’ve been living behind.


Elizabeth’s Catholic Church on First Avenue, and every night I listen to the Catholic litany.


Maybe I can be of some comfort to this man.”


The policeman agrees and brings the gentleman over to where the dying man is lying.