Sally was only eight years old when she heard Mommy and Daddy talking about her little brother, Georgi. He was very sick and they had done everything they could afford to save his life. Only a very expensive surgery could help him now... and that was out of the financial question. She heard Daddy say it with a whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."
Sally went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place in the closet. She shook all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Tying the coins up in a cold-weather-handkerchief, she slipped out of the apartment and made her way to the corner drug store. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her attention... but he was too busy talking to another man to be bothered by an eight-year-old. Sally twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. She cleared her throat. No good. Finally she took a quarter from its hiding place and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an
The well-dressed man stooped down and asked, "What kind
of a miracle does you brother need?"
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, renowned surgeon... specializing in solving Georgi's malady. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Georgi was home again and doing well.
Mommy and Daddy were happily talking about the chain of events
that had led them to this place.
Sally smiled to herself. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... One dollar and eleven cents... Plus the faith of a little child.
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