Price of a Miracle ~

TO MY FRIENDS,
A little girl went to her bedroom & 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…and the Faith of a little girl.

found on the web~

Hey dear friend this is so beautiful ,It is incredible how miracles happens but the truth is that they happen this story is an inspiration of love and hope there is always an open door when we least expect it just have pure faith and a miracle will happen.xoxo Eufra

This kinda story always makes me cry…:frowning:

iS THIS FROM A 50’S TV MOVIE?

I think this story goes along with the adage of “being in the right place at the right time.” Luck is often our friend, and although miracles occur rarely—they do still occur. I’ve had people that I didn’t really know that heard my story and helped to get me into a world-reknown clinic within two weeks that usually takes months to get into and referred me to additional places for help and even “donated” some money to my husband and I to pay for the additional costs because none of these fees were covered because they weren’t part of our insurance program.

So, I think it can be right from the modern day, backwards, and forwards in time. I happened to be very lucky, and I know it’s really hard to find luck on a given day if at all…so I count my blessings and can appreciate this story for the chance that it may have happened and although we don’t always appreciate doctors because they don’t make us better immediately, or they feel like our “pain is in our head”. There are a few good ones out there, and I think overall, as a community, they do want to do good. Just sometimes, they may be afraid to admit that they don’t know what to do either, and in today’s world, they are being squeezed by managed care so much that they aren’t really able to treat patients like they would like to and stay in business. Many excellent doctors have opted out of practicing medicine to move into administration for this reason, which is a loss to us that need the excellent, committed doctors that really do care and go out of their way to research and offer options and recommendations rather than a bottle of pills and send us on our way. Just my thoughts.