So there was a man who had been a horrible man. He one day found god. He decided to change his ways and try to repay for his evil past. He went to the local Catholic monastery. After talking with a few of the brothers there, he was tasked with helping to translate bibles since he knew a few languages. After several hours of copying the text he was to translate it became apparent that he was translating from a translation. He then to the brother that was in charge of him and asked if why are we translating from a translation. The brother told him that was a good point and that hew would talk to the lead brother to make sure it was right. The lead brother agreed to go reread the original text. He went in to the cellar were all the original text were and asked to be alone so he could focused on it. After about 15-20 minutes the others were wonder why it was taking so long for him to read it. At about 30 minutes they were starting to worry. after 45 minutes they starting to think that maybe he had some health problem. He was very old. At 60 minutes one of the brothers couldn't take it and when to check on him. He found him weeping horribly with candles lit like he was mourning something. The brother asked him what is wrong.
His reply
He was right the world is celebrate!
His reply
He was right the world is celebrate!
