An
eight-year-old child heard her parents talking about her little
brother. All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no
money left. They were moving to a smaller house because they could
not afford to stay in the present house after paying the doctor's
bills. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and there was
no one to loan them the money.
When she heard her daddy say
to her tearful mother with whispered desperation, 'Only a miracle
can save him now', the little girl went to her bedroom and pulled
her piggy bank from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all
the change out on the floor and counted it
carefully.
Clutching the precious piggy bank tightly, she
slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to the local
drugstore. She took a quarter from her bank and placed it on the
glass counter.
"And what do you want?" asked the
pharmacist.
"It's for my little brother", the girl answered
back. "He's really very 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. So how much does a miracle
cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, child. I'm sorry," the
pharmacist said, smiling sadly at the little girl.
"Listen, I
have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I can try and get
some more. Just tell me how much it costs."
In the shop was a
well-dressed customer. He stooped down and asked the little girl,
"What kind of a miracle does you brother need?"
"I don't
know," she replied with her eyes welling up. "He's really sick and
mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can't pay for it, so
I have brought my savings."
"How much do you have?" asked the
man.
"One dollar and eleven cents; but I can try and get some
more", she answered barely audibly.
"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 held her hand with the other. 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 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 before Andrew was home again and doing
well.
"That surgery", her mom whispered, "was a real miracle.
I wonder how much it would have cost."
The little girl
smiled. She knew exactly how much the miracle cost ... one dollar
and eleven cents ... plus the faith of a little
child.
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Perseverance can make miracles
happen!
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