E
very once and a while something will come across The Consigliere's™ desk that he feels he wants to share it with everyone. So each week we shall post something different that he wants us to share with everyone.
This week we shall feature "The Cost Of A Miracle"
T ess was a precocious eight year 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.
T hey were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor's bills and our house.
O nly 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 now."
T ess 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.
C arefully 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.
T
ess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.
Nothing.
She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster.
No good.
F
inally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter.
That did it!
"A
nd 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.
"W ell, 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.
"H is 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?"
"W e don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.
"L isten, 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."
W he 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".
"H
ow 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."
H
e 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."
T hat 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.
M om 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?"
T ess 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......
(A TRUE STORY)
Contributed by:
Nancyln
Date :
Wed, 5 Dec 2001 19:44:53 EST
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