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'* 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'* 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'* 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'*
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'*
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'* 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)

wow

Good one.