Prayer Code

A Catholic man is struck by a bus on a busy street. He is lying
near death on the sidewalk as a crowd gathers.

"A priest. Somebody get me a priest!" the man gasps. Minutes
drag on, and no one steps out of the crowd.

A policeman checks the crowd and finally yells, "A PRIEST,
PLEASE!
Isn't there a priest in this crowd to give this man his last rites?"

Finally, out of the crowd steps a little old Jewish man of at
least 85 years of age.

"Mr. Policeman," says the man, "I'm not a priest. I'm not even a
Christian. But for 50 years now I'm living behind the Catholic Church
on First Avenue, and every night I'm overhearing their services. I
can recall a lot of it, and maybe I can be of some comfort to
this poor man."

The policeman agrees, and clears the crowd so the man can get
through to where the injured man lay.

The old Jewish man kneels down, leans over the man and says in a
solemn voice:

"B-4 I-19 N-38 G-54 O-72"