Saturday, August 13, 2016

True story - The miracle of $1.11

Is the title of today's Inspirational message

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 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.”
Tess 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
“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
“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.”
The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed
man. He stooped down and asked the little girl,
“What kind of a miracle does you 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
“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, specialising 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
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a
miracle cost… one dollar and eleven cents …
plus the faith of a little child. 
Such a funny but inspirational story, Tess was determined to see her sick brother Andrew  healthy, so she took a bold decision. Some circumstances may prevent you from achieving your aim but hey! Always remember Tess, she was determined to buy miracle which is not in the human market.

Claimed to be a true story
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