The Harley-Davidson Facts
The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson died and went to heaven.
At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. 'Since you've been such a good man and your
motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.'
Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, ' I want to hang out with God.'
St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.
God recognized Arthur and commented, 'Okay, so you were the one who invented the Harley-Davidson motorcycle? '
Arthur said, 'Yeah, that's me...'
God commented: 'Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?'
Arthur was a bit embarrassed, but finally spoke, 'Excuse me, but aren't you the inventor of woman?'
God said, 'Ah, yes.'
'Well,' said Arthur, 'professional to professional, you have some major design flaws in your invention !
1. There's too much inconsistency in the front-end suspension
2. It chatters constantly at high speeds
3. Most rear ends are too soft and wobble about too much
4. The intake is placed way too close to the exhaust
5. The maintenance costs are outrageous!!!!
'Hmmmmm, you may have some good points there,' replied God, 'hold on.'
God went to his Celestial supercomputer, typed in a few words and waited for the results.
The computer printed out a slip of paper and God read it.
'Well, it may be true that my invention is flawed,' God said to Arthur, 'but according to these numbers, more men are riding my invention than yours'.
HELP FOR THOSE LESS FORTUNATE
As I walked down the busy sidewalk, knowing I was late for an important meeting,
my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found
in every city these days.
Some people turned to stare.
Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.
Recalling some long ago priest who made an admonition to 'care for the sick, feed the
hungry and clothe the naked,' I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.
Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every worldly possession in two
plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person's condition.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a hidden beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out, 'Reach out, reach out!'
So I did.......
I won't be at Mass this week.