A Miracle for a Dollar and
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Tess was a precocious eight years old when she
heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was
that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to
an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have the money for the
doctor bills and our house. 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 say to
her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him
Tess 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 intently talking to another man to be bothered by an eight year old 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 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 a 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 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.
By Author unknown