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.