Tess Buys a Miracle - True Story
|Tess 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. They were moving to an apartment complex
next month because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor's
bills and our house. Only 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."
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. 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."
"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 kind of miracle you need." That 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.
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.
A miracle is not ALWAYS the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law...... (A TRUE STORY)