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Miracle
Tess was a
precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her
little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they
were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex
next month because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor bills and
our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was
looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say
to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save
him now."
Tess 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 to 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,"
her," 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 you 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)
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