From a Loving Grandmother

Maggie

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I have seen this one before, but it is worth reading again!

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.

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