Patron Saint of Broke Down Chevy Trucks?

[YourBuddy'sTruck]

This is a story I think you all will enjoy a bit...
My truck's been running great. All winter and no troubles.
Early spring weather and I did not fear driving all the way to Toledo, Ohio and back...a 120 mile round trip.
I slow roaded the way there, but the truck was running so well that I thought to take the Turnpike home. It'll be good to run the thing at 70 MPH for a good 40 minutes.
All well and headed north from Fremont, window rolled down about 4 inches and smiling.
Freeways and highways in the rearview mirror and only about 4 miles of township roads till home and the truck suddenly cuts out on me?
I shift into N and try to restart with no luck at all.
Coasting, I think to myself, "Who do I know that lives in the next couple hundred yards of here?"
I spot a wide driveway with a side area and figure that if I pull in there, at least I won't be blocking the homeowner's acess.
Tried to start it a couple of times and no luck, so I walk up and ring the doorbell.
An older gentleman answers and asks if I'm outta gas?
I did not think so, but we robbed the last of the fuel he had for his snowblower (no more need for that I hope), and still nothing.
So, figuring it must be electrical, I pop the hood and grabed some things.
As I lay a towel over the radiator and start reaching in for the ignition, the gentleman says, "Oh, you must be a mechanic?".
To which I replied, "No. Just a guy with an old truck."
So he asks, "Well then, what do you do?"
"Actually, I'm a guitar maker by trade.", I reply.
Figuring to keep the conversation going as to keep the guy from wondering who the strange man is with his feet sticking out of the front end of a truck, I ask, "What is it that you do?"
He replies, "I'm still active, but I am a retired Priest."
So I slide out from under the hood, look him in the eye and say...
"Oh! How fortunate. As I'll probably need some prayers to get this thing going. And there's certain to be some swearing to atone for."

HA!