Take a break again for more good stuff to lighten the burdens of the day.
The Jewish BookieA Jewish bookie was at the races playing the ponies and losing hisshirt. He noticed a Priest step out onto the track and bless theforehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race.Lo and behold, that horse - a long shot - won the race.Next race, as the horses lined up, the Priest stepped ontothe track. Sure enough, he blessed one of the horses.The bookie made a beeline for a betting window and placed asmall bet on the horse. Again, even though it was anotherlong shot, the horse won the race. He collected hiswinnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the Priestwould bless next.He bet big on it, and it won.As the races continued the Priest kept blessing horses, andeach one ended up winning. The bookie was elated. He made aquick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaitedfor the Priest's next blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on.True to his pattern, the Priest stepped onto the track forthe last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag thatwas 100/1. This time the priest blessed the eyes, ears, andhooves of the old nag. The bookie knew he had a winner andbet every cent he had on the old nag. He watched dumbfoundedas the old nag pulled up lame and couldn't even finish the race.In a state of shock, he went to the track area where thePriest was standing. Confronting him, he exclaimed,"Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horsesand they all won. Then in the last race, the horse youblessed never even had a chance.Now, thanks to you I've lost all my money!"The Priest nodded wisely and with sympathy. "Youaren't Catholic are you my son?""No,I'm Jewish.""That's the problem", said the Priest,"you couldn't tell the difference between a blessing and last rites."