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A little girl went to her
bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place
in the closet. She poured all 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 kind of miracle you need."
That
well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery. 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)
MY
OATH TO YOU...
When
you are sad.....I will dry your tears.
When
you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.
When
you are worried.....I will give you hope.
When
you are confused.....I will help you cope.
And
when you are lost.....And can't see the light.
I shall
be your beacon.....Shining ever so bright.
This is
my oath.....I pledge till the end.
Why
you may ask?.....Because you're my friend.
Signed: GOD
Author
Unknown
Submitted by Patricia Crafton
  Pat
(elfy) Crafton
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Bob Johnston
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