Stories of Kindness from Around the World

Buying a Miracle


--by Anonymous, posted Jun 13, 2006
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 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!
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Readers Comments

陆英发 wrote: So good story,it has become my testbook passegr
lu yingfa wrote: What happened to a dndrew?
He has smething wrong with his stomach
pluto178 wrote: We are attracted to each other like magnets mirror images of the same or the opposite so a kind surgeon would indeed be drawn to the exact spot he could come into contact with a girl with faith in miracles who needed a surgeon. True or not it was moving and what a wonderful thing to have happened. Perhaps it might not happen in your world but it would have in mine. Lovely xxx
shawna wrote: Miracles happen in many mysterious ways.
LIking the story wrote: Dude what is up with these comments


Its trying to send a message and everyone is trying to either recreate the story or degrade it.


And sharon i know you wont reply to this but anyway its a eight year old girl why cant you see the innocence in it



Man people these days


Love this story passed it over to most of my freinds
Saved by Grace wrote: Why a pharmacy? God works in mysterious ways! The surgeon brother of the pharmacist just happened to be there when the little girl's story & god both touched his heart at once. Snopes refers to the story as "indeterminate" in origin, but rather than think it was just creative writing, i like to believe the doctor's name was changed in the name of privacy & humility.
ronelv wrote: true or fabricated story the lessoned was if you have talent,materials,wealth,etc... this is your chance to share to other people who knows God is the one who knock in to your door and he ask your help... like Tess (little girl) and just to test you, if you are willing to render your service to helping others who need your help...N O W
DOUBTING THOMAS wrote: A NICE TOUCHING STORY, IF IT IS TRUE. BUT HOW IS IT THAT SUCH A GIVING DOCTOR HAS SUCH AN UNCARING BROTHER?
Jonathan wrote: Why does it have to be a "well dressed man"? Why can't it be a shabby, foul-smelling derelict, a surgeon struck off the Register for alcoholism, who is suddenly touched by Jesus (after redemption through Wesleyan Methodistism of course, none of your Church of Rome idolators here thank you very much!)
speedi wrote: Faith is such a wonderful and amazing gift,,,

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