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 Rexalls 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.. Im talking to my brother from Chicago whom I havent 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. Hes 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 dont sell miracles here, little girl. Im sorry but I cant help you, the pharmacist said, softening a little. Listen, I have the money to pay for it.. If it isnt enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs. The pharmacists brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, What kind of a miracle does your brother need? I dont know, Tess replied with her eyes welling up I just know hes really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy cant 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 audible. And its 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. Lets 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 wasnt 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 youll keep the ball moving! Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you! A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship youve granted to me. Today I pass the friendship ball to you. Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you. MY OATH TO YOU... When you are sad.....I will dry your tears. When you are scared.......I will comfort your fears. When you are worried......I will give you hope. When you are confused.....I will help you cope. And when you are lost...and cant see the light, I shall be your beacon...shining ever so bright. This is my oath......I pledge till the end. Why you may ask?....Because youre my friend. Signed: GOD From: [email protected] Sent: Tuesday, November 05, 2013 6:14 PM To: Undisclosed-Recipient:; Subject: Fw: Id Like this back if it applies From: Bobbi Wold Sent: Tuesday, November 05, 2013 3:48 PM To: Norma Anderson Subject: Id Like this back if it applies Be sure to read all the way to the end. ID LIKE THIS BACK IF IT APPLIES 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 Rexalls 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.. Im talking to my brother from Chicago whom I havent 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. Hes 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 dont sell miracles here, little girl. Im sorry but I cant help you, the pharmacist said, softening a little. Listen, I have the money to pay for it.. If it isnt enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs. The pharmacists brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, What kind of a miracle does your brother need? I dont know, Tess replied with her eyes welling up I just know hes really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy cant 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 audible. And its 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. Lets 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 wasnt 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 youll keep the ball moving! Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you! A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship youve granted to me. Today I pass the friendship ball to you. Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you. MY OATH TO YOU... When you are sad.....I will dry your tears. When you are scared.......I will comfort your fears. When you are worried......I will give you hope. When you are confused.....I will help you cope. And when you are lost...and cant see the light, I shall be your beacon...shining ever so bright. This is my oath......I pledge till the end. Why you may ask?....Because youre my friend. Signed: GOD INSTANTLY WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU ARE REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU.
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