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I'D
LIKE THIS BACK
IF
IT APPLIES
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
audible.
'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 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
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