Miracles

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Thank you Ron for sharing!

A little girl went to her bedroom & 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 & twisting on the cap, she

slipped out the back door & made her way 6 blocks to Rexall 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. 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 & 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 here 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. 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.

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 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 &

asked her, "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 & Mommy says he needs an operation. 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.

"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 & with the other hand he grasped her

mitten. He 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 & it wasn't

long until was home again, doing well.

Mom & 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 miracle

cost. One dollar & 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 will 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 & 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