Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Don't bet on it

A horse player (gambler) was at the horse races playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt,  when he happened to notice a Priest step out onto the track and bless 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.
  
Next race, as the horses lined up, the Priest stepped onto the track. Sure enough, he blessed one of the horses.

The horse player made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse won the race.
He collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the Priest would bless next.

He bet big on it, and it won. As the races continued the Priest kept blessing long shots, and each one ended up winning.
 
The horse player was elated. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited for the Priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on next...
 
True to his pattern, the Priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day. Except this time the priest blessed the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. The horse player knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag.

He watched dumbfounded as the old nag came in dead last. In a state of shock, he went to the track area where the Priest was.
 
Confronting Him, he demanded, 'Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a mile.  Now, thanks to you I've lost every cent of my savings!'.
 
The Priest nodded wisely and with sympathy said. 'Son,' he said, 'your problem is you Protestants can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the last rites.'

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