“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 stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does you 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 pharmacist’s brother.
“One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audible. “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.” Then 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.”
The pharmacist’s brother was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon from Chicago who specialized in neurosurgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Later, mom and dad were talking about the chain of events that had led them to this.
Her mom said, “That surgery 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.
Miracles happen every day.
But many do not manifest on their own. Some require a human vessel to deliver the healing gift.
Take your experiences slowly, and look for opportunities to spread kindness.
Who knows? Maybe for the next miracle to happen, someone needs–you.
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