Believe in Miracles

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!

I know you'll keep the ball moving! Here it goes. Throw it back to
someone who means something to you!

A very touching story.. Thanks for posting.
Regards
Vidya

very nice story. Thanks.

say cheers to CHEER for this great post

cheer that was a good one....grt posting regards sunkan

ohh cheer dear it was very nice and touching .

very nice

Dear Cheer,
Thanks for such a touching post.
Meenakshirajan

hi,
that was such a lovely touching read... thanx for sharing it with us
Only a child has that kind of innocence and faith... really nice

Thanx ladies i am overwhelm with lots of replies . Thanx a lot from bottom of my heart