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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 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..
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 / GODDESS
When your about to lose you're temper and breathe fire
Remember the Dragon always loses and the Slayer becomes
the Hero!
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