Fw: U too can buy a miracle - A Story

[Guest guest]

this is a forwarded email a good story.

 

Sai Ram.

sesha maheswari

 

 

U too can buy a miracle

 

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar 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 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 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...... I know you'll keep the ball moving! Here it goes. Throw

it back to someone else who means something to you.

[Guest guest]

It was a really good email.Just goes to prove what wonders a little thing called

FAITH can have to mankind!!!

 

Sai Ram,

 

Kavita

 

 

 

"Sesha M. D. Mantripragada" <maheswari wrote:

this is a forwarded email a good story.

 

Sai Ram.

sesha maheswari

 

 

U too can buy a miracle

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