A young Polish man is going out to the store. About halfway there, he realises he has forgotten his papers. The man immediately turns around and runs back to his house. But it's too late. An SS guard stops him.
"Can I please see your papers." He demands.
"I'm so sorry sir, I promise I have them, I've left them at home but it's just around the block."
"I'm going to need to see some papers or I'll have to take you in."
"No, please, just accompany back to my house, I have them, I promise I'm not lying, let me prove it!"
"That's not how it works, you're going to have to come with me."
And as the SS officer has his gun pointed to the young Polish man's head, ready to shoot if he makes one wrong move, the clouds above them part and they are basked in a shower of heavenly light and a deep voice speaks to the SS officer:
"Do not harm this man, for he is destined to be Pope one day."
The SS officer pauses, thinks for a minute, then slowly lowers his gun.
"Okay" he says "I won't hurt him.... But I want to be Pope too."
