[originaltext] A man was out hunting. He just happened to be hunting bears. As

A man was out hunting. He just happened to be hunting bears. As he made his way through the forest looking for the beasts, he came upon a large and steep hill. Thinking that perhaps there would be bear on the other side of the hill, he climbed up the steep cliff and, just as he was pulling himself up over the last high rock, a huge bear met him nose to nose.
  The bear roared fiercely. The man was so scared that he lost his balance and fell down the hill with the bear not far behind. As he tumbled down the hill, the man lost his gun. When he finally stopped at the bottom, he found that he had broken a leg. Escape was impossible and so the man, who had never been particularly religious (in fact this just happened to be a Sunday morning), prayed, "God, if you will make this bear a Christian, I will be happy with whatever lot you give me for the rest of my life."
  The bear was no more than three feet away from the man when it stopped dead in its tracks. The man looked up to the heaven, and then fell to his knees and prayed in a loud voice, "Oh Lord, bless this food of which I am about to take."