Hi there,

A friend has just emailed me this true story, which I would like to share. Actually I have read it before. i believe it comes from a marvellous book of inspirational short stories called 'Hot Chocolate for the Mystical Soul'.

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass
jar from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and counted it
carefully. 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 miracle you need."
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in
neuro-surgery.
The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew
was home again and doing well.
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