I'D LIKE THIS BACK IF IT APPLIES
> 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. 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."
> 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 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..
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> A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.. I know you'll keep the ball moving...
> Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you!
> A ball is a circle, 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.
> MY OATH TO YOU..
> When you are sad.....I will dry your tears.
> When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.
> When you are worried.....I will give you hope.
> When you are confused.....I will help you cope.
> And when you are lost....And can't see the light, I shall
be your beacon.....Shining ever so bright.
> This is my oath.....I pledge till the end.
> Why you may ask?.....Because you're my friend.
> Signed: GOD