“I guess you were expecting me, he said.
‘No, who are you?” said the father.
The priest told him his name and then remarked,
“I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up,”
“Oh yeah, the chair,” said the bedridden man.
“Would you mind closing the door?” Puzzled, the priest shut the door.
“I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,” said the man.
“But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At temple I used to hear the priest talk about prayer, But it went right over my head.”
“I abandoned any attempt at prayer,” the old man continued
“until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me,
“Jagjit, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with GOD. Here is what I suggest.”