On the plane from Manila to Vancouver a voice came from the intercom on the plane: “Is there a doctor on board? We are in need of the services of a doctor.”
A few minutes later, the same message was repeated.
I buzzed for a stewardess and told her that I was not a doctor, but I *was* a Catholic priest. Should the patient be in a serious state, or simply want someone to pray with him, I’d be happy to help.
She came back about 15 minutes later. “Father, we do need you now.”