Sally was only eight years old when she heard Mommy and Daddy

talking about her little brother, Georgi.

He was very sick and they had done everything they

could afford to save his life.Only a very expensive

surgery could help him now, and that was out of the

financial question. She heard Daddy say it with

a whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."

Sally went to her bedroom and pulled her piggybank

from its hiding place in the closet.

She shook all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully

Three times The total had to be exactly perfect.

No chance here for mistakes. Tying the coins up in a

cold-weather-kerchief, she  slipped out of the

apartment and made her way to the corner drug  store.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give

her attention,  but he was too busy talking to another

man to be bothered by an eight-year-old.

Sally twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.

She cleared her throat. No good. Finally she took

a quarter from its' hiding place 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." "Well, I want to talk to you about my

brother," Sally answered back in the same annoyed tone.

"He's sick, and I want to buy a miracle."

  "I beg your pardon," said the pharmacist.

  "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 can't help you."

  "Listen, I have the money to pay for it.

Just tell me how much it costs."

The well-dressed man stooped down and asked, "What kind of a

miracle does you brother need?"

  "I don't know," Sally answered. A tear started down her cheek.

"I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he

needs an operation.

But my folks can't pay for it, so I have my money.

"How much do you have?" asked the well-dressed man.

"A dollar and eleven cents," Sally answered proudly.

"And it's all the money I have in the world."

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the well-dressed man.

A dollar and eleven cents, the exact price of a miracle to save a little

brother."  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."

 That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, renowned surgeon,

specializing in solving Georgi's malady.

The operation was completedwithout charge and it wasn't long until

Georgi was home again and doing well.

Mommy and Daddy were happily talking about the chain of events that

had led them to this place

"That surgery," Mommy whispered. "It's like a miracle.

I wonder how much it would have cost?"

  Sally smiled to herself. She knew exactly how much a

miracle cost..  one dollar and eleven cents... plus the faith

of a little child .

Author Unknown.

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