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 help 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 neurosurgery. 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)
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.
"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 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
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