Reminds me of a story. The way I heard it told, one priest is having an outdoor espresso in a little Italian village when his friend, another priest, comes by and asks why so glum.
Can't find my bicycle, the first priest replies, and can't get around very well without it.
Well, then, why don't you go home and pray on it. Think of the Ten Commandments.
Next day, priest one is back having his daily espresso, all smiles, with his bicycle at his side, when the other priest comes by again.
Where'd you find your bike, he asked.
Well, said the first, I followed your advice, and when I got to the Sixth Commandment, I remembered where I'd left it.
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