One afternoon, a priest offered a ride to a nun walking along the road. As she entered the car and crossed her legs, the movement shifted her gown, revealing part of her leg. The priest, momentarily distracted, nearly swerved off course, fighting the temptation rising within him. His thoughts raced, but he kept his eyes on the road, struggling to control himself.

His hand, betraying his resolve, began to inch toward her leg, but before he could act further, the nun’s calm voice interrupted. “Father, do you remember Psalm 129?” Her words were a sharp reminder, halting him in his tracks. The priest quickly withdrew his hand, embarrassment flooding his face as he mumbled, “Forgive me, Sister.”