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			<title>A Miracle</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[A little girl went <br />to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. <br /><br /><br />She poured the change out on the floor and cou...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[A little girl went <br />to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. <br /><br /><br />She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three <br />times, even... The total had to be exactly perfect... No chance here for mistakes. <br /><br /><br />Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she <br />slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall&#039;s Drug Store with <br />the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. <br /><br />She waited patiently for <br />the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.. <br />Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat <br />with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a <br />quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter... That did it! <br /><br /><br />&#039;And what do you want?&#039; the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of <br />voice. &#039;I&#039;m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven&#039;t seen in ages,&#039; he <br />said without waiting for a reply to his question. <br /><br />&#039;Well, I want to talk <br />to you about my brother,&#039; Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. &#039;He&#039;s <br />really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle.&#039; <br /><br />&#039;I beg your pardon?&#039; <br />said the pharmacist. <br /><br />&#039;His name is Andrew and he has something bad <br />growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now So how  <br />much does a miracle cost?&#039; <br /><br />&#039;We don&#039;t sell miracles here, little girl.. <br />I&#039;m sorry but I can&#039;t help you,&#039; the pharmacist said, softening a little.. <br /><br /><br />&#039;Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn&#039;t enough, I will get <br />the rest. Just tell me how much it costs....&#039; <br /><br />The pharmacist&#039;s brother was <br />a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, &#039;What kind of a <br />miracle does your brother need?&#039;<br /><br />&#039; I don&#039;t know,&#039; Tess replied with her <br />eyes welling up. &#039;I just know he&#039;s really sick and Mommy says he needs an <br />operation. But my Daddy can&#039;t pay for it, so I want to use my money.&#039; <br /><br /><br />&#039;How much do you have?&#039; asked the man from  Chicago .  <br /><br />&#039;One dollar <br />and eleven cents,&#039; Tess answered barely audibly. <br /><br />&#039;And it&#039;s all the money <br />I have, but I can get some more if I need to.&#039;  <br /><br />&#039;Well, what a <br />coincidence,&#039; smiled the man. &#039;A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a <br />miracle for little brothers. &#039; <br /><br />He took her money in one hand and with <br />the other hand he g rasped her mitten and said &#039;Take me to where you live. I want <br />to see your brother and meet your parents.. Let&#039;s see if I have the miracle you <br />need.&#039; <br /><br />That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton  Armstrong, a surgeon, <br />specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it <br />wasn&#039;t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. <br /><br />Mom and Dad were <br />happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. <br /><br />&#039;That surgery,&#039; her Mom whispered. <br />&#039;was a real miracle. I wonder how <br />much it would have cost?&#039; <br /><br />Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a <br />miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child.. <br /><br /><br />In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. <br /><br />A <br />miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. <br />I know you&#039;ll keep the ball moving! <br /><br />Here it goes. Throw it back to <br />someone who means something to you!<br /><br />A ball is a circle, no beginning, no <br />end.. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside <br />for you to see is the treasure of friendship you&#039;ve granted to me. <br /><br />Today <br />I pass the friendship ball to you. <br /><br />Pass it on to someone who is a friend&nbs p;<br />to you.<br /><br />MY OATH TO YOU.... <br /><br />When you are sad.....I will dry your <br />tears. <br /><br />When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears. <br /><br />When <br />you are worried........I will give you hope. <br /><br />When you are confused......I <br />will help you cope. <br /><br />And when you are lost.....And can&#039;t see the light, I <br />shall be your beacon....Shining ever so bright. <br /><br />This is my oath.......I <br />pledge till the end.. <br /><br />Why you may ask?.....Because you&#039;re my friend. <br /><br /><br />Signed: GOD]]></content:encoded>
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