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Such a beautiful story.......
Read This Carefully ........
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's 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
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 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 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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