Price of miracle
Price of miracle
about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was
that he was very sick and they were poor. 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 whisper in desperation, “Only a miracle
can save him now.”
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar
from the closet. She poured all the change out on the
floor and counted it carefully.She then slipped out the
back door and made her way to Rexall’s Drug Store.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her
some attention but he was too busy at this moment.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on
the glass counter. “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
“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 11 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. Let’s see if I have the
kind of miracle you need.”
That well dressed man was Dr Carlton Armstrong, a
surgeon, specialising in neuro-surgery.
The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t
long until Andrew was home again and doing well. “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.
— Author unknown
Yeah Really it costs only faith to get things Done.