> A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from >its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor >and >counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly >perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins >back >in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door >and >made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red >Indian >Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist >to >give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess >twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her >throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster! No good. >Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged >it on the glass counter. That did it! And what do you want?" the >pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my >brother >from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting >for a >reply to his question. Well, I want to talk to you about my >brother," >Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really >sick... >and I want to buy a miracle." ''I beg your pardon?" said the >pharmacist. > His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his >head and >my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a >miracle >cost?" We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I >can't >help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen, I >have the >money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just >tell >me how much it costs." The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed >man. >He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle >does >your brother need?" I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes >welling up. >"I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. >But >my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money." How much do >you >have?" asked the man from Chicago. One dollar and eleven cents," >Tess >answered barely audibly "And it's all the money I have, but I can >get >some more if I need to" Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. >"A >dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little >brothers. " He took her money in one hand and with the other hand >he >grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to >see >your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle >you >need." That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, >specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was completed without >charge >and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom >and >Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led >them to >this place. That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. >I >wonder how much it would have cost?" Tess smiled. She knew exactly >how >much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents ...... plus the >faith >of a little child. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, >but >the operation of a higher law......A TRUE STORY!
