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 neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of
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..
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.. A
miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of
a higher law...
From India, New Delhi
6its 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 neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of
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..
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.. A
miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of
a higher law...
From India, New Delhi
wow.. dat was a gud post. Faith made all the difference. many of us keep thinking about whom to ask, where, when, how and how wud the person react. i guess just like childs belief, evey wish for the gud is worth a try!
like wishing to help the poor children of beggars on the road.... wish i cud help some more children with a lil more than just money n food, with an opportunity for education....
From India, Vadodara
like wishing to help the poor children of beggars on the road.... wish i cud help some more children with a lil more than just money n food, with an opportunity for education....
From India, Vadodara
Hi Pinkii, GOOD ONE!!! God is omnipresent, if we are sincere in our efforts he will definitely come for rescue in the form of MIRACLE!!! regards, Chidanand
From India, Bangalore
From India, Bangalore
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