An 8 year-old
child heard her parents talking about her little brother. All she knew
was that he was very sick and they had no money left. They were moving
to a smaller house because they could not afford to stay in the present
house after paying the doctor's bills. Only a very costly surgery could
save him now & there was no one to loan them the money.
When
she heard her daddy say to her tearful mother with whispered
desperation, 'Only a miracle can save him now', the little girl went to
her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place in the
closet.She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it
carefully.
Clutching the precious piggy bank tightly,
she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to the local
drugstore. She took a quarter from her bank and placed it on the
glass counter.
"And what do you want?" asked the pharmacist.
"It's for my little brother," the girl answered back. "He's really very sick & 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. So how much does a miracle
cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, child. I'm sorry," the pharmacist said, smiling sadly at the little girl.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I can try and get some more. Just tell me how much it costs."
In
the shop was a well-dressed customer. He stooped down & asked the
little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother need?"
"I
don't know," she replied with her eyes welling up. "He's really sick
& mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can't pay for it,
so I have brought my savings".
"How much do you have?"
asked the man. "One dollar & eleven cents; but I can try and get
some more", she answered barely audibly.
"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 held her hand with the other. He 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 neurosurgeon. The
operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long before
Andrew was home again & doing well.
"That surgery," her mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost."
The
little girl smiled. She knew exactly how much the miracle cost ...one
dollar & eleven cents...plus the faith of a little child.
Perseverance
can make miracles happen! Miracle can come in various forms - as a
doctor, as a lawyer, as a teacher, as a police ,as a friend, as a
stranger and many others..
A river cuts the rock not
because of its power, but because of its consistency Never lose your
hope & keep walking towards your vision.
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