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How Much do Miracles Cost?
 

 
 
Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad
talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he 
was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving 
to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have the 
money for the doctor's bills and our house. Only a very costly 
surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one 
to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother 
with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from it's 
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 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 you 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)
 

 


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