a little girls miracle

A little girl went into her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jer 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 six blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sighn 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 quater 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 while waithing 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 you 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 pharacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, i have the money to pay for it. it it osn't enough, i will get the reat. 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 miracle does your brother need?"
"I don't know," Tess replied with erh eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mummy 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 audible "and it's all the money i have, but i can get more if i need to."

"Well what a coincidence," smiles 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 ad 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, specialising in neurosurgery. the operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long before Andrew was home again and doing well. Mum and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

"That surgery," her Mum 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 child