“Persistence might be a virtue, Reverend,” the doctor pontificated. “But NOT when you’re riding that contraption around town saving souls with a crook appendix! The great unsaved can wait!”
“We’re getting you walking today. The nurses will assist.”
“I can walk on my own two feet, thank you,” the Reverend replied, jumping out of bed and crashing to the floor, unsupported by his jelly legs.
“Let me help you up, Father” she beamed.
It was the first time he’d seen the pretty nurse.
“Oh no! I’m not a priest,” he replied, smitten. “It’s okay. We’re allowed to get married.”
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