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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 Rexall's 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. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago
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,' Tess 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
your 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 man from Chicago

'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess
answered barely audibly.

'And it's all the money I have, but I can
get some more if I need to.'

'Well, w hat 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. Let's 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 wasn't 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 you'll 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 you've 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 can't 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 you're my
friend.

Signed: GOD

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