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 glasscounter. 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 hereyes 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 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)
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
my best friend sent this because i deal with neurosurgeons for my daugther all the time.
Curly
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