This story on its own is just a kind of amusing “life imitates cliche” thing:
A 54-year-old Orange Park man credits two small Bibles in his shirt pocket for saving his life when they stopped a bullet.
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The man said he was carrying two New Testament Bibles in his shirt pocket to give to friends. Police took the Bibles as evidence.
Not that there was much danger of the kind of guy who carries around Bibles to give to his friends losing his faith, but I think you can be pretty sure that after this buddy will be seriously devout for the rest of his days.
Me, I think Woody Allen’s version is funnier:
Years ago, my mother gave me a bullet…a bullet, and I put it in my breast pocket. Two years after that, I was walking down the street, when a berserk evangelist heaved a Gideon bible out a hotel room window, hitting me in the chest. Bible would have gone through my heart if it wasn’t for the bullet.
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