I need to go to the bank...
One of my closest fishing buds and I were drift fishing for channels about 15 years ago out in the flats on a hot August afternoon. As would have it my friend felt the urge coming on to take a dump and indicated that we may have to go to the bank shortly. A few minutes later it was "John, get me to the bank". Now we are out about a mile from the closest shore and I am running a 18.5 ft Lowe with a 90 hp...running about 40 mph, no problem right? We got about 300 yards from the shore when my buddy grabbed my arm and bellowed out one word.... "STOP"! Now I have seen flashes of lightning so quick that you could miss them in the blink of an eye but Joe's dash to the side of my boat would make Kasey Kahne's dash to the finish line look like molasse. He went to the port side of the boat like it was his second home. Furthermore, the abrupt stop that we made created a fair amount of wake. Needless to say his ability to remain on the edge of the boat was nothing short of lockjaw. As I was reaching into my storage compartment to provide him with the neccesary toiletries, the least I could do, I vividly remember 2 things...the pain in my side from laughing and the authenitc and indisputable murmur of a man finding deliverance from a harrowing experience!
Sacred Heart of Mary, pray for us now, and at the hour of our death. AMEN
For those who believe, no explanation is necessary....for those who don't, no explanation is possible
For the sake of his sorrowful Passion, have mercy on us and the whole world