Upon hearing these words,<span style="font-style: italic">"I swear, if that dude is beating it in there, he's fired..."</span>, father Rafael took notice. Smiling, he replaced the book mark and turned his head. He looked in the direction of Julian. He listened to the moaning sounds. Assuming it was nothing important, no emergency, he resumed reading. Whatever these men were doing in their place of business was none of  his business. He'd seen one of hte mechanics pull his Chevy into the bay only a few minutes earlier. As long as his car was being serviced, he was content.<br/><br/>The Mexican-American priest read a passage from the First Letter to the Corinthians, Chapter 10 verses 13 through 17.<span style="font-style: italic">'There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it. Wherefore, my dearly beloved, flee from idolatry. I speak as to wise men; judge ye what I say. The cup of blessing which we bless, is it not the communion of the blood of Christ? The bread which we break, is it not the communion of the body of Christ? For we being many are one bread, and one body: for we are all partakers of that one bread.'</span><br/><br/>Every time Rafael read this passage he could not help but be reminded of Staff Sergeant Gerald Wentworth. SSG Wentworth had been  platoon sergeant when they worked with the Phillipine Rangers conducing combat and reconnaissance patrols for the Communist Insurgents in the jungles. The Platoon Sergeant once told the Marines of second platoon, Dog Company, one three regarding their predicament on the hot sweltering island,<span style="font-style: italic">'It's one big shit sandwich and we all have to take a fuckin' bite.'</span>Rafael smiled at the reflection taking away the lesson, 'no matter what sort of trouble you get into, in this world, everyone around you, your loved ones, your friends and those who just happen to be close to you today, will be affected. Everyone is responsible and must act according to their faith. No one gets out unscathed.'<br/><br/>The young man working the front desk turned up the volume on the small television set. The news was on, continuously reporting on the situation the CDC was tracking. It was the same news report Father Rafael heard on the radio driving to the garage that morning. He looked up at the screen, noticing the gathering of mechanics at the<span style="font-style: italic">head</span>or restroom as civilians put it. The sounds of the television were not enough to distract Rafael from the commotion at the head. He replaced his bookmark and dropped the bible into the opened gym bag. He stood and slowly walked toward the gathered men. He listened to the moaning man and the conversation.<br/><br/>When Miguel busted the door off the hinges, Father Rafael moved a few steps closer to see what was going on. Apparently someone had locked themselves in the head and didn't want to be disturbed. Miguel decided it was time to check on him. Rafael curiously listened, watched and waited.<br/><br/>Father Rafael, now close enough to hear Miguel whisper,<span style="font-style: italic">"Santa María, Madre de Dios."</span>It appeared someone may be injured. From his vantage point behind the assembly, he could not  know what was going on.<br/><br/>"I was a Navy Corpsman once, is there anything I can do to help?"