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A time comes in your life when you finally get it...when, in
the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and
somewhere the voice inside your head cries out...ENOUGH! Enough fighting and
crying and blaming and struggling to hold on.
Then, like a child quieting down after a tantrum, you blink back
your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes.
This is your awakening.
You realize it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something
to change, or for happiness, safety and security to magically appear over the
next horizon.
You realize that in the real world there aren't always fairy
tale endings, and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with
you... and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not
everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are... and
that's OK. They are entitled to their own views and opinions.
You learn the importance of loving and championing yourself...
and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval.
You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things
they did to you - or didn't do for you - and you learn that the only thing you
can really count on is the unexpected.
You learn that people don't always say what they mean or mean
what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that
everything isn't always about you.
So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of
yourself... and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of
self-reliance.
You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept
people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties... and
in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.
You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view.
You begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for.
You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you
begin to discard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or should never have
bought into to begin with.
You learn that there is power and glory in creating and
contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer"
looking for your next fix.
You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not
the outdated ideals of a bygone era, but the mortar that holds together the
foundation upon which you must build a life.
You learn that you don't know everything, it's not your job to
save the world and that you can't teach a pig to sing. You learn that the only
cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the
stake.
Then you learn about love. You learn to look at relationships as
they really are and not as you would have them be. You learn that alone does not
mean lonely.
You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You
learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of
setting boundaries and learning to say NO.
You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside,
smoothing things over and ignoring your needs.
You learn that your body really is your temple. You begin to
care for it and treat it with respect. You begin to eat a balanced diet, drink
more water, and take more time to exercise.
You learn that being tired fuels doubt, fear, and uncertainty
and so you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter
fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.
You learn that, for the most part, you get in life what you
believe you deserve, and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and
that wishing for something to happen is different than working toward making it
happen.
More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you
need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do
it all alone, and that it's OK to risk asking for help.
You learn the only thing you must truly fear is fear itself. You
learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever
happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to
live life on your own terms.
You learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living
under a cloud of impending doom.
You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what
you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good
people... and you learn not to always take it personally.
You learn that nobody's punishing you and everything isn't
always somebody's fault. It's just life happening. You learn to admit when you
are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls.
You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and
resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out
of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.
You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the
simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth
can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed,
a long hot shower.
Then, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself
and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever
settle for less than your heart's desire.
You make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to
stay open to every wonderful possibility.
You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to
the wind.
Finally, with courage in your heart, you take a stand, you take
a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live as best you
can. - Author Unknown
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1. The best way to get even is to forget...
2. Feed your faith and your doubts will starve to death...
3. God wants spiritual fruit, not religious nuts...
4. Some folks wear their halos much too tight...
5. Some marriages are made in heaven, but they ALL have to be maintained on
earth...
6. Unless you can create the WHOLE universe in 5 days, then perhaps giving
"advice" to God, isn't such a good idea!
7. Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks up...
8. Standing in the middle of the road is dangerous. You will get knocked down by
the traffic from both ways.
9. Words are windows to the heart.
10. A skeptic is a person who when he sees the handwriting on the wall, claims
it's a forgery.
11. It isn't difficult to make a mountain out of a molehill, just add a little
dirt.
12. A successful marriage isn't finding the right person - it's being the right
person.
13. The mighty oak tree was once a little nut that held its ground.
14. Too many people offer God prayers, with claw marks all over them.
15. The tongue must be heavy indeed, because so few people can hold it.
16. To forgive is to set the prisoner free, and then discover the prisoner was
you.
17. You have to wonder about humans, they think God is dead and Elvis is alive!
18. It's all right to sit on your pity pot every now and again. Just be sure to
flush when you are done.
19. You'll notice that a turtle only makes progress when it sticks out its neck.
20. If the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, you can bet the
water bill is higher.
21. You are richer today if you have laughed, given or forgiven. (TOP)(Back to Stories Index)
Six year old Brandon decided one Saturday morning
to fix his parents pancakes. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to
the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister,
spilling it on the floor.
He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a
cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by
now had a few tracks left by his kitten.
Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be
something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad.
He didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the
stove (and he didn't know how the stove worked!).
Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push
her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor.
Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the
eggs, getting his! pajamas white and sticky.
And just then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears welled up
in Brandon's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something good, but he'd made a
terrible mess.
He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking. But his father just
watched him. Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged
him and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process.
That's how God deals with us. We try to do something good in life, but it
turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend or we
can't stand our job or our health goes sour. Sometimes we just stand there in
tears because we can't think of anything else to do.
That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even though some of
our mess gets all over Him.
But just because we might mess up, we can't stop trying to "make pancakes,"
for God or for others. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then they'll be
glad we tried... Author unknown at this time...
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I ran into a stranger as he passed by.
"Oh, excuse me please", was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too,
I wasn't even watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, while I cooked the night's meal,
My young son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Get out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
A still small voice came to me and said...
"When dealing with strangers, courtesy you use,
But the children you love, you seem to abuse.
Look there on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself - pink, yellow and blue.
He stood quietly not to spoil the surprise,
And you never saw the tears in his eyes."
By this time, I felt very small
And then my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed,
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm sorry how I acted today,
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
You know I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
And I do like the flowers, especially the blue." - Author Unknown
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Generally we think of it in terms of even more
hurry and stress in our lives.
(As Soon
As Possible)
If we think of this abbreviation in a different manner,
we may begin to find a new way
to deal with our rough times.
A. S. A. P.
Always
Say A Prayer!
There's work to do, deadlines to meet.
You have no time to spare.
But as you hurry and scurry...
Always Say A Prayer.
In the midst of family chaos,
"quality time" is rare.
Do your best; let God do the rest.
Always Say A Prayer.
It may seem like your worries
are more than you can bear.
Slow down and take a breather...
Always Say A Prayer.
God knows how stressful life can be,
and he wants to ease your cares.
He'll respond to all your needs...
Always Say A Prayer.
Today I'm saying a little prayer
that God will send a smile to you
and send you special blessings
through everything you do. --- Author Unknown at this time
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I Am Old Glory: For more than ten score years I have been the banner of hope and
freedom for generation after generation of Americans.
Born amid the first flames of America's fight for freedom, I am the symbol of a
country that has grown from a little group of thirteen colonies to a united
nation of fifty sovereign states.
Planted firmly on the high pinnacle of American Faith my
gently fluttering folds have proved an inspiration to untold millions.
Men have followed me into battle with unwavering courage.
They have looked upon me as a symbol of national unity.
They have prayed that they and their fellow citizens might continue to enjoy the
life, liberty and pursuit of happiness, which have been granted to every
American as the heritage of free men.
So long as men love liberty more than life itself; so long as
they treasure the priceless privileges bought with the blood of our forefathers;
so long as the principles of truth, justice and charity for all remain deeply
rooted in human hearts, I shall continue to be the enduring banner of the United
States of America.
Too often we feel alone. But there is always someone ready to
take our hand.
There is a beautiful story of an overworked nurse who escorted a
tired, young man to her patient's bed -side. Leaning over and speaking loudly to
the elderly patient, she said, "Your son is here."
With great effort, his unfocussed eyes opened, then flickered shut again. The
young man squeezed the aged hand in his and sat beside the bed. Throughout the
night he sat there, holding the old man's hand and whispering words of comfort.
By morning's light, the patient had died. In moments, hospital staff swarmed
into the room to turn off machines and remove needles. The nurse stepped over to
the young man's side and began to offer sympathy, but he interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The startled nurse replied, "I thought he was your father!"
"No, he was not my father", he answered. I never saw him before
in my life."
"Then, why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I realized he needed his son and his son wasn't here", the man explained. "And
since he was too sick to recognize that I was not his son, I knew he needed me."
Mother Teresa used to remind us that nobody should have to die alone. Likewise,
nobody should have to grieve alone or cry alone either. Or laugh alone or
celebrate alone.
We are made to travel life's journey hand in hand. There is someone ready to
grasp your hand today. And someone hoping you will take theirs. Remember To Hang
On To One Another! (TOP)(Back to Stories Index)
Beginning today I will no longer worry about
yesterday. It is in the past and the past will never change. Only I can change
by choosing to do so.
Beginning today I will no longer worry about
tomorrow. Tomorrow will always be there, waiting for me to make the most of it.
But I cannot make the most of tomorrow without first making the most of today.
Beginning today I will look in the mirror and I
will see a person worthy of my respect and admiration. This capable person
looking back at me is someone I enjoy spending time with and someone I would
like to get to know better.
Beginning today I will cherish each moment of my
life. I value this gift bestowed upon me in this world and I will unselfishly
share this gift with others. I will use this gift to enhance the lives of
others.
Beginning today I will take a moment to step off
the beaten path and to revel in the mysteries I encounter. I will face
challenges with courage and determination. I will overcome what barriers there
may be which hinder my quest for growth and self-improvement.
Beginning today I will take life one day at a time,
one step at a time. Discouragement will not be allowed to taint my positive
self-image, my desire to succeed or my capacity to love.
Beginning today I walk with renewed faith in human
kindness. Regardless of what has gone before, I believe there is hope for a
brighter and better future.
Beginning today I will open my mind and my heart. I
will welcome new experiences. I will meet new people. I will not expect
perfection from myself nor anyone else: perfection does not exist in an
imperfect world. But I will applaud the attempt to overcome human foibles.
Beginning today I am responsible for my own
happiness and I will do things that make me happy . . . admire the
beautiful wonders of nature, listen to my favorite music, pet a kitten or a
puppy, soak in a bubble bath . . . pleasure can be found in the most simple of
gestures.
Beginning today I will learn something new; I will
try something different; I will savor all the various flavors life has to offer.
I will change what I can and the rest I will let go. I will strive to become the
best me I can possibly be.
Barefoot and dirty, the little girl just sat in the park and
watched people go by. She never tried to speak, she never said a word. Many
people passed, but not one person glanced her way, no one stopped, including me.
The next day I decided to go back to the park, curious if the little girl would
still be there. Right in the very spot she was yesterday, she sat perched on
high, with the saddest look in her eyes.
But today I could not just walk away, concerned only with my affairs. I found
myself walking over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of
strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.
As I began walking towards her, I could see the back of the little girl's dress
indicated a deformity. I figured that was the reason the people just passed by
and made no effort to care. As I got closer, the little girl slightly lowered
her eyes to avoid my intent stare. I could see the shape of her back more
clearly. It was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.
I smiled to let her know it was okay, I was there to help, to talk. I sat down
beside her and opened with a simple "hello."
The little girl acted shocked and stammered a "hi" after along stare into my
eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked 'til darkness fell and the park was completely empty. Everyone was
gone and we were alone. I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl
looked at me and said, "Because I am different."
I immediately said, "That you are!" and smiled. The little girl acted even
sadder, she said, "I know."
"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent." She
looked at me and smiled slowly, she stood to her feet and said "Really?"
"Yes, dear, you're like a little guardian angel sent to watch over all those
people walking by." She nodded her head, "yes,"' and smiled, and with that she
spread her wings and said, "I am. I'm your guardian angel," with a twinkle in
her eye.
I was speechless, sure I was seeing things. She said, "And when you began
thinking of someone other than yourself, my job here was done."
Immediately I stood to my feet and said, "Wait, so why did no one else stop to
help an angel?" She looked at me and smiled, "You're the only one who could see
me," and she was gone.
When you think you're all you have; remember, your angel is always watching over
you. - Unknown (TOP)(Back to Stories Index)
If I knew it would be the last time
that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say I love you,
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything right.
There will always be another day
to say our I love you's,
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do's?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget,
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance you get
to hold your loved one tight..
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear,
Take time to say "I'm sorry, please forgive me,"
"thank you" or "it's okay".
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today. Author Unknown
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The officer stood and faced his God.
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining, just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, Officer, how shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek? To church have you been true?"
The officer squared his shoulder and said, " No, Lord, I guess I ain’t,
because all of us who carry badges can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I’ve been violent because the streets are tough.
But I never took a penny that wasn’t mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me, I’ve wept an unmanly tear.
I know I don’t deserve a place among the people here.
They never wanted me around except to calm their fear.
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord, it needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much, but if you don’t… I’ll understand!
There was silence all around the throne where the saints often trod.
As the officer waited quietly for the judgment of his GOD
"Step forward now, Officer. You’ve borne your burdens well
Come walk a beat on heaven’s streets, You’ve done your time in hell"
Amen
It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost
a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and
streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would
bankrupt seven farmers before it was through. Every day, my husband and his
brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the farm.
Lately, this process had involved taking a truck to the river and filling it up
with water. But it was so expensive. Even the river was getting low. If we
didn't see some rain soon, we would lose everything.
It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing, and witnessed the
only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for
my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year old son, Billy, walking
toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth
but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously
walking with a great effort, trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he
disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I
went back to making sandwiches, thinking that whatever task he had been doing
was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow
purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walk
carefully to the woods, run back to the house.
Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and I crept out of the house, and
followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen, as he was
obviously doing important work, and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him).
He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not
to spill the water he held in them; maybe two or three tablespoons were held in
his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns
slapped his little face but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much
higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing sight.
Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I
almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was
dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him - he didn't even move as
Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously
suffering from dehydration, and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort
to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand. When the water was gone,
Billy jumped up to run back to the house, and I hid behind a tree. I followed
him back to the house, to a spigot connected to an empty tank. Billy opened it
all the way up, and a few drops of water began to come out. He knelt there,
letting the drip, drip, slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down
on his little back.
Then it came clear to me: the trouble he had gotten into for playing with the
hose the week before, the lecture he had received about the importance of not
wasting water, and the reason he didn't ask me to help him. It took a minute for
the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was
there in front of him. His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not
wasting," was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him, with a small pot
of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his
job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have
ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down
my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined by other drops...and
more drops...and more. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was
weeping. Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence That
miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't
argue with that...I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came
that day saved our farm, just like the actions of one little boy who saved
another. - Author Unkonwn (TOP)(Back to Stories Index)
Little Jimmy was laying about on a hillock in the middle of a meadow on a warm
spring day. Puffy white clouds rolled by and he pondered their shape.
Soon, he began to think about God. "God? Are you really there?" Jimmy said out
loud.
To his astonishment a voice came from the clouds. "Yes, Jimmy? What can I do for
you?" Seizing the opportunity, Jimmy asked, "God? What is a million years like
to you?"
Knowing that Jimmy could not understand the concept of infinity, God responded
in a manner to which Jimmy could relate, "A million years to me, Jimmy, is like
a minute."
"Oh," said Jimmy. "Well, then, what's a million dollars like to you?" "A million
dollars to me, Jimmy, is like a penny."
"Wow!" remarked Jimmy, getting an idea. "You're so generous...can I have one of
your pennies?"
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time" -- Author Unknown
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Tess was a precocious eight-year-old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking
about her little brother, Andrew.
All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money.
They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have
the money for the doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could
save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money.
She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a
miracle can save him now."
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in
the closet. She poured all 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 then made her way to the pharmacist’s
counter in the back.
She waited patiently for his 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 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 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, 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 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
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. "It 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. A miracle is not the suspension of
natural law, but the operation of a higher law... (TOP)(Back to Stories Index)
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