A little girl named Tess, 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 she counted it out.
The total had to be exactly perfect.
There was no chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door of her house.
She made her way 6 blocks to a Rexall Drug Store with a big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her his attention, but he was too busy at that moment to notice her.
Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.
However, the pharmacist said nothing back to her.
She tried clearing her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster.
However, that didn’t do her any good either.
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter.
Then the pharmacist noticed her.
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked her in an annoyed tone of voice.
The pharmacist said, “My brother is here from Chicago, whom I haven't seen in ages.”
“I want to talk to him for a minute before I help you.”
He didn’t wait for Tess to 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 him a miracle today."
"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.
”My brother’s name is Andrew, and he has something bad growing inside his head.
My Daddy said only a miracle can save him now.
So how much does a miracle cost?"
"Well we don't sell miracles here, little girl.
I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening his voice to her a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for this miracle.
If this money isn't enough, I can get the rest.
Just tell me how much this miracle will cost me."
The pharmacist's brother was standing nearby in the drugstore.
He was a well dressed man from Chicago and 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 my Mommy says, he needs an operation on his head.
But my Daddy can't afford to pay for it, so I want to use my money to buy him a miracle."
"How much money do you have?" asked the pharmacist’s brother.
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly.
"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.”
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."
The pharmacist’s brother was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a famous surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery.
The operation was completed free of charge, and it wasn't long until Andrew, Tess’s brother, 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 us?"
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle would cost...one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of an innocent little Christian girl, who believed in God and His Son, Jesus.
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.
A miracle is not the suspension of a natural law, but the operation of a higher law, which God totally controls.
Therefore, keep this message moving to the other friends that you love and know.
For God can work a miracle at any time, with or without others.
Send this message to someone you love who needs a touch or a miracle from God and His Son, Jesus.
Treasure this message of a miracle whenever you are down, worried, or troubled in your life.