"Brother," he said to me, " in the name of the Lord, you’ll walk today."
"But, Reverend," said I, "I'm not crippled or even locomotion impeded."
"My brother," he returned, "you shall walk today."
Al Sharpton waved to me affably as I walked out of the temple, puzzled. Then, as soon as I arrived to the church's parking lot, I understood the Reverend's prophetic words: My car had been stolen!http://www.gate.net/~joachim/