A young Irishman was racing his car to
get to the hospital where his wife was about to deliver his first child. Once there, the parking lot and the
surrounding streets were jam packed with parked cars—not an empty space in
sight.
After twenty minutes driving outside the hospital, the young
Irishman still had not found a parking space.
In desperation, he began to address the Lord:
“Oh God, ya know I’ve not been much of a prayin’ man. It’s been quite a while since ya last heard
from me. But I need your help right
now. I don’t want to miss out on seeing
my little girl bein’ born. So Lord, if
you could just see your way to help me out, I promise I’ll be to Mass every
Sunday without fail. I promise to bring
me wife and little girl with me, too. And,
Lord, you know much I like me Guinness.
If ya can help me out I’ll give up the drink….Oh!!!!!!”
At that very moment, an elderly lady got into her car and
drove away—leaving a parking space at the very front door of the hospital.
“Never mind, Lord! I
got this one!!!”
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