An elderly Pope touched down in New York City, welcomed not by a grand procession but by a sleek limousine waiting patiently at the airport. As he approached the car, a spark of mischief danced in his eyes. Waving over the driver, the Pope leaned in and asked, “Could I ask you a favor?”
The driver, stunned that His Holiness would request anything of him, quickly replied, “A favor from the Pope? Absolutely, anything you need!”
The Pope smiled warmly. “Well,” he said, “I rarely get the chance to drive these days. I would love the opportunity to take the wheel myself. Would you mind letting me drive?”
As soon as the door shut, the Pope wasted no time. He started the engine, revved it with surprising energy, and sped off, leaving a trail of burnt rubber in his wake. Racing through the streets at speeds topping 100 miles per hour in a zone clearly marked for 45 mph, the Pope seemed to embrace the thrill of the open road.
