An eight-year-old child heard her parents talking about her little
brother. All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no money
left. They were moving to a smaller house because they could not afford
to stay in the present house after paying the doctor's bills. Only a
very costly surgery could save him now and there was no one to loan them
the money.
When she heard her daddy say to her tearful mother
with whispered desperation, 'Only a miracle can save him now', the
little girl went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its
hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor
and counted it carefully.
Clutching the precious piggy bank
tightly, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to
the local drugstore. She took a quarter from her bank and placed it on
the glass counter.
"And what do you want?" asked the pharmacist.
"It's for my little brother," the girl answered back. "He's really very 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. So how much does a miracle
cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, child. I'm sorry," the pharmacist said, smiling sadly at the little girl.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I can try and get some more. Just tell me how much it costs."
In
the shop was a well-dressed customer. He stooped down and asked the
little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother need?"
"I
don't know," she replied with her eyes welling up. "He's really sick and
mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can't pay for it, so I
have brought my savings".
"How much do you have?" asked the man.
"One dollar and eleven cents; but I can try and get some more", she answered barely audibly.
"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 held her hand with the other. He said,
"Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your
parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."
That
well-dressed man was a famous surgeon, specialising in neuro-surgery.
The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long before
Andrew was home again and doing well.
"That surgery," her mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost."
The
little girl smiled. She knew exactly how much the miracle cost ... one
dollar and eleven cents ... plus the faith of a little child.
Perseverance can make miracles happen!
A river cuts the rock not because of its power,but because of its consistency.
Never lose your hope & keep walking towards your vision...
