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 kind of miracle you need."
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing 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.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law......
(A TRUE STORY)
Name: Lim Hong
Gender: Male
Birthday: 20th Oct 1986
A.k.a: ahdot, dotty, hong
Msn: hongdotty@hotmail.com
Friendster: hongie_1020@yahoo.com.sg
Facebook: hongdotty@hotmail.com
Hobbies: bball, pool, exercise, club and booze
Marital Status: attached
School: National Slavery Foundation