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One day while he was at the track betting on the ponies and nearly
losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped onto the track and
blessed 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.

Mitch was most interested to see what the priest did before the next
race.

Sure enough, the priest stepped onto the track as the 5th race horses
lined up, and placed a blessing on the forehead of one of them.

Mitch made a beeline for the window and placed a small bet on the horse.

Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse the priest
blessed won the race.

Mitch collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse
the priest would bless for the 6th race.

The priest showed, blessed a horse, Mitch bet on it, and it won!

Mitch was elated! As the day wore on, the priest continued blessing
horses, and they always came in first.

Mitch began to pull in some serious money, and by the last race, he knew
his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick stop at the
ATM, withdrew his savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would
tell him which horse to bet on.

True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track before the last
race and blessed the forehead, eyes, ears, and hooves of one of the
horses.

Mitch bet every cent on the horse and lo and behold the horse ended
last, crossing the finish line so far behind the bunch and almost in a
state of dying.

Mitch was dumbfounded. He made his way to the track, and when he found
the priest, he demanded, "What happened, Father? All day long you
blessed horses and they won.

The last race, you blessed a horse and he lost. Now, thanks to you,
I've lost all my savings!!"

The priest nodded wisely and said, "That's the problem with Protestants.
You can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and the Last
Rites!"