An old priest was growing upset with the things he was hearing during
Saturday confessions. After his sermon one Sunday morning, he said to his
congregation, "I'm tired of hearing so many people tell me in confession
that they have cheated. For thirty years, people have been saying to me,
'I've cheated with Anthony... I've cheated with Mary... I've cheated  with
Frankie.' I am sick and tired of hearing this word. From now on, when you
come into my confessional, you will say, 'I have fallen with Anthony, or
with Mary, or with Frankie.' No more the word CHEAT. It will be FALL."

 About a year later, the old priest retired and was replaced by a younger
man. No one thought to tell the new priest about the change of words in the
confessional. After hearing his first round of Saturday confessions, the
young priest went to the mayor of the town and said to him, "Mr.  Mayor,
you are going to have to do something about the deplorable condition of
 the streets and sidewalks in this town. Everybody is telling me they are
falling all over the place."
 The mayor immediately understood the problem, and he leaned back in his
chair and laughed. The priest was puzzled, and said, "Mr. Mayor, you
shouldn't be laughing! Your wife told me that just last week, she fell
three times!"
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