Nice story

Found this on Rakesh’s Blog .. Loved it ..

An eight-year-old child heard her parents talking about her little
brother. All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no money
left. They were moving to a smaller house because they could not afford
to stay in the present house after paying the doctor’s bills. Only a
very costly surgery could save him now and there was no one to loan them
the money.

When she heard daddy say to her tearful mother with whispered
desperation, ‘Only a miracle can save him now’, the child went to her
bedroom and pulled a glass jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.

Clutching the precious jar tightly, she slipped out the back door and
made her way six blocks to the local drug Store. She took a quarter from
her jar and placed it on the glass counter.

“And what do you want?” asked the pharmacist. “It’s for my little
brother,” the girl answered back. “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. So how much does a miracle

“We don’t sell miracles here, child. I’m sorry,” the pharmacist said,
smiling sadly at the little girl.

“Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I can try
and get some more. Just tell me how much it costs.”
In the shop was a well-dressed customer. He stooped down and asked the
little girl, “What kind of a miracle does you brother need?”

“I don’t know,” she replied with her eyes welling up. “He’s really sick
and mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can’t pay for it, so
I have brought my savings”.
“How much do you have?” asked the man. “One dollar and eleven cents, but
I can try and get some more”, she answered barely audibly.
“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 held her hand with the other. He 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 before Andrew was home again and doing well.

“That surgery,” her mom whispered, “was a real miracle. I wonder how
much it would have cost?”

The little girl smiled. She knew exactly how much the miracle cost …
one dollar and eleven cents … plus the faith of a little child.



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4 responses to “Nice story

  1. hmm nice story..but what happened to the rifty shifty one?

    kept it on just long enough for it to go into everyones rss feeds though?

  2. PRC

    dude… thatz some good story!! quite touchy 🙂

  3. jayaram ,
    I deleted the rifty thing .. people told me that it’s toooo insluting .. and I should stay away from this stuff …

    Thanx to Rocky for the story ..

  4. mmmm….as usual….heart touchin’ n nice…but not all brain tumor cases end up so well u knw, many of the tumors recur, nothing helps, not even faith…

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