AND SOME TOT I NEED A MIRACLE FOR MY AMBITION TO BE REAL... Read abt dis little girl in dis story:- Tessy was a precious eight year old when she heard her Mummy and Daddy talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, only a miracle can save him now. Tessy went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all 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 a Drug Store with the big red sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tessy 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 coin 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 Lagos 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, Tessy answered back in the same annoyed tone. He’s 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 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 you brother need?I don’t know, Tessy replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he’s really sick and Mummy 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 Lagos. One Naira and eleven kobo, Tessy 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 Naira and eleven kobo, 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 kind of miracle you need. That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specialising in Neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mummy and Daddy were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. That surgery, her Mummy whispered. was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost? Tessy smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one Naira and eleven kobo, plus the faith of a little child. Me? Who still doubt the power of God + dat of the people in ambition too? Lets do it together, God is still at work...even for u and ur dreams. Thanx for feeling dis impact too. Regards to all. A du wa ise ooo. Its well.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 21:32:41 +0000