My sister emailed this to me yesterday with instructions to pass it on. So I'm passing it on to all of you...
A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jellyjar
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.
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
WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU ARE REQUESTED TO
SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT
TO YOU.
