Daddy talking about her little brother, Georgi. He was very
sick and they had done everything they could afford to save
his life. Only a very expensive surgery could help him now...
and that was out of the financial question. She heard Daddy
say it with a whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save
him now."
Sally went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from it's
hidding place in the closet. She took all the change out on
the floor and counted it carefully. Three times. The total had
to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Tying
the coins up in a cold-weather-kerchief, she slipped out of the apartment and made her way to the corner drug store.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her attention...
but he was to busy talking to another man to be bothered by
an eight-year-old.
Sally twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. She cleared
her throat. No good. Finally she took a quarter from its
hiding place and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an
annoyed tone of voice.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Sally answered
back in the same annoyed tone. "He's sick...and I want to
buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon," said the pharmacist.
"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 can't help you."
"Listen, I have money to pay for it. Just tell me how much
it costs."
The well dressed man stooped down and asked, "What kind
of a miracle does your brother need?"
"I don't know," Sally answered. A tear started down her
cheek. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he
needs an operation. But my folks can't pay for it...so I have
my money.
"How much do you have?" asked the well-dressed man.
"A dollar and eleven cents," Sally answered proudly.
"And it's all the money I have in the world."
"Well what a coincidence," smiled the well-dressed man.
A dollar and eleven cents...the exact price of a miracle to
save a little brother." 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."
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, renowned
surgeon, specializing in solving Georgi's malady. The
operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long
until Georgi was home and doing well. Mommy and Daddy
were happily talking about the chain of events that had led
them to this place.
"That surgery," Mommy whispered. "It's like a miracle.
I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Sally smiled to herself. She knew exactly how much a
miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents...plus
the faith of a little child.
~ Author Unknown ~
