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I have seen this one before, but it is worth reading again!
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. I
know you’ll keep the ball
moving!
Here it goes. Throw it back to
someone who means something
to you!
A ball is a circle, no beginning,
no end. It keeps us together
like our Circle of Friends. But
the treasure inside for you to
see is the treasure of
friendship you’ve granted to
me.
Today I pass the friendship
ball to you.
Pass it on to someone who
is a friend to you.
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.
