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       The miracle of $1.11 – true story!
   DIR By: Admin
       Date: June 13, 2013, 12:45 am
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       Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and
       Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was
       that he was very sick and they were completely out of money.
       They were moving to an apartment complex next month because
       Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor bills and our house.
       Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking
       like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy
       say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, “Only a
       miracle can save him now.”
       Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its
       hiding place in the closet. She poured all 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 you
       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 kind
       of miracle you need.”
       That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
       specialising 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.
       [right]Claimed to be a true story
       Author Unknown
       Submitted by Sumit[/right]
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