Our compass in life

A bus ran over a Catholic man in Iowa City. The gravely injured man kept calling out to the gathering crowd to get him a priest. No one came forward and no one knew how to respond. Finally a little old Jewish man stepped in and said, "I'm not a priest but I live next to a Catholic church and everynight I overhear their services. I can remember most of it. I will try to confort this poor man". He knelted down, leaned over the man and in a solemn voice said, B4.... I 19 ...... N 38... G 54.... O 72