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A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass
jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She
poured the change out on the floor and counted it
carefully. Carefully placing the coins back in the
jar, she made her way six blocks to Rexall's Drug
Store with the big sign above the door. She waited
patiently for the pharmacist to give her some
attention but he was too busy and totally ignored her.
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."

"I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess
answered back. "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.

"I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I
will get the rest."

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. 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
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 miracle you need."

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a
surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. The operation
was completed without charge and it wasn't long until
Andrew was home again and doing well.

"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.
 

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Those wacky Canadian pharmacies and their low, low prices... :b
 

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I almost cried over that one. Very nice. :)
 
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