My mother was very proud of her Irish heritage, and she was insistent in passing that tradition on to her children. In fact, she used to take all six of us kids into Boston for Irish Step Dancing lessons every Saturday morning.
Even back then, it was rarely a pleasant trip and I recall one Saturday, we were running quite late. Upon arrival, there wasn’t a single parking spot anywhere to be found and my mother was getting nervous.
“Dear God,” she quickly prayed, “if you find me a parking spot I will give $100.00 in the collection plate tomorrow morning at Mass!”
Just then, almost miraculously, a car pulled out to leave right in front of us.
“Never mind, Lord,” she quickly added, “I found one myself.”
Very cute. My mom was born in Ireland. I don't know what it is, but the Irish are constantly making deals with God then, wouldn't you know, they renege.
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