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.
>
> 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: ** DREA **