How much does a miracle cost?

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 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.

Signed: GOD

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