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To: JHP who wrote (26295)	1/20/2003 9:39:45 PM
From: Guardian	Respond to of 62575

A Day at the Races Mitch, a God-fearing man, although not Catholic, liked to sneak away to the racetrack. One day he was there betting on the ponies and nearly losing his shirt when he noticed this priest who stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the third race. Lo and behold, this horse, a very long shot, won the race. Mitch was most interested to see what the priest did in the next race. Sure enough, he watched as the priest stepped out onto the track as the fourth race horses lined up, and placed this blessing on the forehead of one of the horses. So, he made a beeline for the window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the race. He collected his winning and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest bestowed his blessing on in the fifth race. The priest showed, blessed a horse and he bet on it, and it won. Now, Mitch was elated! As the races went on, the priest continued blessing one of the horses, and it always came in first. Mitch began pulling in some serious money, and by the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. With all the money he had made thus far, he 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 the horse. Mitch thought more blessings on this horse than the previous horses. Without even skipping a beat, Mitch bet every cent he had, and to his total financial horror, watched the horse come in dead last. He was dumbfounded. He made his way back to the track to find the priest, and in a demanding voice said, "What the hell happened Father? All day you blessed horses and they won, but the last race, you blessed a horse and it lost. Now I've lost all my money. No thanks to you." The priest nodded wisely and said, "That's the problem with all you non-Catholics. You just can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the Last Rites."