we all need a miracle

[Guest guest]

I guess we all are in need of a miracle. I got this mail several times before,

but each time I read it I hope for a miracle, again...

amira

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

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

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..