A little girl went to her bedroom and
pulled a glass jar from its hiding place
in the closet.
She poured the change 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 six 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 busy at the
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' the girl said. ' 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 , a well - dressed man , was
standing there . 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 audible.
'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more
if I have 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
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a
surgeon, who specialized in neuro-surgery.
The operation was completed free of 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.
In our lives, we never know how many miracles
we will need.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the
operation of a higher law.
I hope you'll keep the ball moving!
Here it goes. Throw it back to
someone who means something to you!
A ball is a circle, with no beginning, no end.
It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends.
But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure
of friendship you've granted to me.
Today I pass the friendship ball to you.
Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.