Ray S S
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A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar
from it's 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 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 discusting 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?" asked the pharmacist with an annoyed tone of voice. I'm
talking with 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 really 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 bur I can't help you, said
the pharmacist, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the the money to pey 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 a 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 Chacago.
"One dollar a and 11 cents," Tess answered bare;y audable
"And it's all the moner I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well. Wat a coincidence."smiled the man. "A dollar and 11 cents---the
exact price of miracles for little brothers.
He took her money in one hand , and with the other 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 miracles 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 before 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 child.
In our lives we never know know how many miracles we will need.
A Miracle is not the suspension of natural law,
but the operation of a higher law.
I will be up north camping again for over 2 weeks so it will
a while before I'll be able to post again. I hope you enjoyed reading
this little piece.
Have some great weather and Happy hunting
from it's 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 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 discusting 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?" asked the pharmacist with an annoyed tone of voice. I'm
talking with 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 really 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 bur I can't help you, said
the pharmacist, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the the money to pey 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 a 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 Chacago.
"One dollar a and 11 cents," Tess answered bare;y audable
"And it's all the moner I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well. Wat a coincidence."smiled the man. "A dollar and 11 cents---the
exact price of miracles for little brothers.
He took her money in one hand , and with the other 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 miracles 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 before 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 child.
In our lives we never know know how many miracles we will need.
A Miracle is not the suspension of natural law,
but the operation of a higher law.
I will be up north camping again for over 2 weeks so it will
a while before I'll be able to post again. I hope you enjoyed reading
this little piece.
Have some great weather and Happy hunting
