A little girl ran to her
bedroom and pulled out her piggy bank from a secret drawer in her closet. She
broke the piggy bank and took the change and counted it carefully. Three times,
even. The total has to be exactly perfect as there shouldn’t be any chance for
mistake here.
She carefully placed the
coins in a jar and twisted on the cap. She took the jar full of coin and
slipped out of the back door. She made her way six blocks to a drug store. She
waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too
busy attending other customers at that moment. She tried several times to get
his attention, but she wasn’t successful. Finally, she took a quarter
from her jar and banged on the glass counter , which was finally able to get
her some attention.
“ And what do you want little miss ?” the pharmacist asked
the tiny girl in the front of his counter.
“My brother is really, really sick… and I want to buy a
miracle.,” the girl answered back.
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.
“My brother is really sick and my daddy says only a
miracle can cure him now. So, I want to get a miracle for him. how much does a
miracle cost?”
“I’m sorry but I can’t help you, We don’t sell miracles here,
little girl.” the pharmacist said, softening a little.
“Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough,
I will get more. Just tell me how much it costs.”
Next to the little girl was a tall well dressed man. He
stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does your
brother need?”
“I don’t know,” the girl replied with her eyes filled with
tears. “I just know he is very sick and has something bad growing inside his
head. Doctor says he needs an operation. But daddy can’t pay for it, so we need
a miracle to save him now. I can to use all my money to save my brother .”
“How much do you have?” asked the man.
“One dollar and twelve cents, it’s all the money I have now,
but I can get some more if needed” the girl answered barely audibly.
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and
twelve cents, that is the exact price of a miracle for a little brothers.”
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand; he
softly held her hand and said, “Take me to your brother. I want to meet your
parents and see your brother. Let’s see if I have the miracle your brother
needs.”
The man was a reputed neurosurgeon. He was just the right
person needed to save the little boy’s life. The operation was completed
without any charges and it wasn’t long until the little girl’s brother was home
again and doing well.
Mommy and daddy were happily talking about the chain of
events that had led them to this happy place. “That surgery”, her Mommy
whispered, “it was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?”
The little girl smiled, as she knew exactly how much a
miracle costs. One dollar and twelve cents, plus the faith of a little child.
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