"I wanna buy a miracle" Inspirational story
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 D 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 INSTANTLY
> WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU ARE REQUESTED TO SEND IT
> TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO
> YOU.
>
> _________________________________________________________________
> 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 D 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 INSTANTLY
> WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU ARE REQUESTED TO SEND IT
> TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO
> YOU.
>
> _________________________________________________________________
Comments