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Saturday, February 09, 2008

A tramp was looking for a handout one day in a picturesque old English village.
Hungry almost to the point of fainting, he stopped by a pub bearing the classic name, Inn of St. George and the Dragon.
"Please,ma'am, could you spare me a bite to eat?" he asked the lady who answered his knock at the kitchen door.
"A bite to eat?" she growled. "For a sorry, no-good bum--a foul-smelling beggar?NO!" she snapped as she almost slammed the door on his hand.
Halfway down the lane the tramp stopped, turned around and eyed the words, St. George and the Dragon. He went back and knocked again on the kitchen door.
"Now what do you want?" the woman asked angrily.
"Well, ma'am, if St. George is in, may I speak with him this time?"
-David Augsburger, The Freedom of Forgiveness

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