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Buying a miracle

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'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)

I know you'll keep the ball moving! Here it goes. Throw it back to
someone
else who means something to you!

The Friendship Ball
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.