Sally
was only eight years old when she heard mommy and 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 hiding place in the closet. She shook 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 and old –
weather – kerchief, she slipped out of apartment and made her way to the corner
drug store. She wanted patiently for the pharmacist to give her attention. But
he was too 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 it’s hiding place and banged it on the
glass counter. That hd it! “ And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an
annoyed tone of voice. “I’m talking to my brother”.
“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 costs?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, little
girl. I can’t help you.”
“Listen. I have the 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 whre 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 doesn’t long until Georgi was
home again and doing well.
Mommy and daddy were happily talking
about the chain of events that had let 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.
Adapted
from : http://www.gagirl.com
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