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Evenstaroflight
Nov 2, 2010, 2:42 PM 1

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

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