John was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an
important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up toward heaven, he
said, "Lord, take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to
Mass every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up beer."
Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Sam looked up again and said,
"Never mind. I found
one."
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