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An eight-year-old child heard her parents talking about her little
brother. All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no money
left. They were moving to a smaller house because they could not
afford to stay in the present house after paying the doctor's bills.
Only a very costly surgery could save him now and there was no one to
loan them the money.

When she heard daddy say to her tearful mother with whispered
desperation, 'Only a miracle can save him now', the child went to her
bedroom and pulled a glass jar from its hiding place in the closet. She
poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.
Clutching the precious jar tightly, she slipped out the back door and
made her way six blocks to the local drug Store. She took a quarter from
her jar and placed it on the glass counter.

"And what do you want?" asked the pharmacist. "It's for my little
brother," the girl answered back. "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. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, child. I'm sorry," the pharmacist said,
smiling sadly at the little girl. "Listen, I have the money to pay for
it. If it isn't enough, I can try and get some more. Just tell me how
much it costs." In the shop was a well-dressed customer. He stooped down
and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother
need?" "I don't know," she replied with her eyes welling up. "He's
really sick and mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can't pay
for it, so I have brought my savings". "How much do you have?" asked the
man. "One dollar and eleven cents, but I can try and get some more", she
answered barely audibly. "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 held her hand with the other. 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." That well-dressed man was Dr Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without
charge and it wasn't long before Andrew was home again and doing well.
"That surgery," her mom whispered, "was a real miracle. I wonder how
much it would have cost." The little girl smiled. She knew exactly how
much the miracle cost one dollar and eleven cents ... plus the faith of
a little child . . .