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Deception – 3

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The police began its investigations into what they thought was a straight-forward case of suicide. There was a suicide note in the back pocket of the body, no one was to be blamed for his death. No one had seen the fellow go to the top of the building, not even the security guards. The worst part of the problem was, it was very difficult to identify the body. With the skull broken , the only way to identify the person was through body marks. When that didn’t help either, they looked into missing person’s reports. Given the huge number of teenagers who run away from home, it was near impossible to find the right people to give away the body to.

Uday received a message from Jasmine that same day, and she sounded genuinely worried about Raj’s whereabouts. Uday told her that Raj committed suicide last night and was to be cremated in a couple of days. They talked till late in the night about Raj. Uday had the toughest time consoling her as she went on and on about how close she felt to Raj. Uday knew that he would have to wait for a few days before he would make his move. The first step in his plan had gone wonderfully well, but this second step required more tact then the easier to do throwing-a-teenager-off-a-building.

Jasmine continued her conversations with Uday, though she was not the same anymore. Earlier she sounded chirpier, but now she was rather quiet. Days went by, and it seemed as though Jasmine was coming closer and closer to breaking off the last strands of her relationship with Raj. Now with Raj dead, there was obviously not much she could talk about. Uday was getting impatient in his heart. He missed the days when he could talk all night about sex with her. He missed being Raj. Some days, he wished , he could be Raj again .. just for that one night may be.
Uday was getting a feeling as though Jasmine was getting irritated with him very frequently off late. She hardly initiated a conversation anymore .. did not bother to reply for long durations while chatting and more importantly she even stopped coming online every night. His plan to get her to talk about sex was not going too well either. Every time, he came close to the topic, she would start talking about Raj again and then eventually switch off. It was getting on his nerves too .. wasn’t he the same man who was talking to her all this while .. did she not have fun while talking about all this to him earlier .. did she not talk all night to him earlier .. now just because he is a 45 year old man, does that mean she would stop talking to him altogether ? He thought that she was being unreasonable and shallow. He decided that he would have to tell her that he loves her, may be then she would start listening to him and paying more attention to him.
He came clean one day, at least as clean as he could afford to be without scaring her. He told her that he was in love with her and that even though Raj was her first love , she should at least give him a chance to prove himself. She gave him the sort of reaction that was to be expected off any teenager. She gave him the angry smiley a zillion times and told him that he was a freak and she did not want anything to do with him. He kept on trying, but nothing seemed to be getting better. She eventually told him that she looked up at him as sort of a father figure and she would not even dream of getting into a relationship with him.
Uday was really pissed off that day. He had not thought it would go this way. The only thing that seemed to be going against him was his age. But then, why was she being so unreasonable .. was she in love with youth or the real person she talked to. He knew that the ghosts of Raj would not leave him so soon .. even though he had finished him off, she was still in love with him.

The police search for the parents of the dead body lying in the hospital had hit a dead end. There was no progress at all and eventually they decided to put up a notice in local newspapers stating the particulars of the dead person and may be then someone will show up. They put up a picture of the dead body, asking people to come forward , if the person seems familiar. It was gruesome, no doubt .. ugly even .. but they could not let the dead body rot in the hospital for ever.
After about a week, they got a call from a woman .. telling them that the she knows the person in the picture and could identify him on the basis of his clothes. She refused to tell them how she knew the person. She said that she just knows him as an distant acquaintance .. and could not claim the body. But it was what she told them after that, that made the policemen feel the ground trembling below them. She said, that she thinks that he was murdered and it was set up to make it look like a suicide. She said she had valid proof to back what she was saying. She also said that she thought that her life was in danger, and if everything was not resolved soon enough, the killer might escape the clutches of law.

Uday and Jasmine’s relationship had hit rock-bottom. She talked to him only enough to keep him interested and while he craved for more conversations, all he got was an acknowledgement once in a while. Uday grew increasingly frustrated and he thought he would have to look for other avenues to fulfill his sexual desires. He even started chatting again randomly with other girls online, but not even one of them felt the same way as Jasmine did. Uday knew that it was because he loved her. His family had become more and more distant from him in all these days. His children kept away from him, because most of the time he went into uninitiated rage. His wife, never a very friendly person, also maintained her distance. Uday was left all alone .. and he knew that it was all because of Jasmine … all because she refused to return his love .. all because she was a shallow person who enjoyed conversations with a 19 year old but not with a 45 year old .. all because she failed to see that Raj and Uday are the same person.

Police eventually found the woman who had made the call, and when they knocked on the address given to them over the phone .. a middle aged woman (generously speaking) opened the door. She said that the call to the police was made by her daughter Jasmine, on her behest. She said that she found out about her daughter having a cyber relationship with a person named Raj when she was browsing through her computer. All the chats had been saved and she had a picture of him. The dress that the dead body had , was same as the one in the picture. She took the policemen inside and showed them the pictures. It was really incredible, that everything matched so perfectly. The dress was the same, from head to toe. On a close examination of both the pictures, the policemen could all concur unanimously that they were the same person.
Only one thing remained unanswered, why did she think her or her daughter’s life was in danger. She went back to her computers as though she was dying to show this particular piece of detail to the policemen all this while. She opened the chat records again , and it was a day after Raj’s death. It was Jasmine talking with Raj’s uncle, Uday, who said that Raj had committed suicide and would be cremated in a couple of days. If Raj had not even been identified all this while, how could Uday know that he would be cremated in a couple of days. The policemen could not believe for quite some time that they had stumbled blindly upon a piece of evidence that would nail the man who killed the boy.
The police said that they would need to speak to the girl before they frame their case, or go ahead with anything else, but the woman insisted that her daughter Jasmine be kept away from all this. She said that the little girl had already been through enough, with her boyfriend’s death and now with chances to a killer lurking out there waiting for a chance to stab her. The policemen’s effort in getting to talk to the girl only resulted in the woman telling them the girl had been sent off to her grand parent’s place so as to stay away from all this. She, being a divorcee , cannot handle her everyday life and job and the pressure of looking after the well being of her daughter all day. The policemen sympathized with the old woman. She was, after all, doing what anyone would have done .. she was looking after her kid.
They took print out of chats, of the picture to publish in the newspapers again .. so that someone could identify him so as to get to his legal guardians. All that remained was finding his uncle Uday now .. case solved !!
Pictures were published in the newspapers the following morning with the two pictures put side by side as though in a “then and now” VLCC advertisement. The police quickly reached Raj’s house through his neighbors where he lived alone. From his house, they could get hold of his parents’ phone numbers, living in a distant city, who were getting more and more worried about why had their son not returned calls for so many days. But the problem persisted, who was Uday ?. The parents could not point to anyone who could have gained anything from the teenager’s death. Obviously , there was no Uncle Uday either.
The neighbors’ pointed to the fact that there was a person named Uday who lived in the vicinity, but he was a god fearing .. family loving man. He would not have done anything like this. A little more prodding and the scared neighbors’ directed them towards this Uday’s house. This was a perfect house .. two little kids .. one loving wife. Of course, this could not be the Uday they were looking for. Still, for formality, they started to question the people in the house, while Uday was off for work. Very soon, skeletons began to stumble out of the closet. On the surface, what looked like a perfect home .. was actually a broken house. The happy pictures hanging on the wall seemed like a distant past, or may be a dream. Children revealed that they were scared of their father these days, because he seemed to be very frustrated these days. He hardly talked to anyone .. and mostly responded with curt nods and taunts directed at their mother. Eventually, it all boiled down to the conclusion that Uday had changed since the past couple of months.
Policemen arrested Uday in a few days. They got hold of his computer documents and the saved chats revealed the dirty secret he had been hiding all this while from everyone. Under intense interrogation, he confessed to be holding the double identity on the internet and killing the young teenager, because he wanted his story to be more authentic. He said he looked at the young man from across the street as the perfect guy whom girls would fall for .. He had thought that Raj would be cremated in a couple of days anyway and it would be forgotten soon. He said that it was only the ugly circumstances that made him do what he had done. He said that he did not want Jasmine to see Raj anywhere, once they got married. Sooner or later, he had to kill Raj.
The court sentenced him to death penalty in a couple of months. He requested to see not his family, but Jasmine, before he died .. the wish was granted with the consent of Jasmine’s mother who was present during the trials. She told the court that she is still hiding her daughter from the monster .. and it is probably best for her to not see him. The court sympathized with the old lady’s sentiments, but granted Uday’s wish to see Jasmine one last time from behind the bars.
On the day before the hanging, the last day that he was allowed to meet anyone , Jasmine came to him with her mother in the tow .. She was every bit as beautiful as the pictures suggested. She hardly said anything and kept looking at her mother every time Uday said “I love You” .. probably looking for an appropriate answer.
Uday soon got fed up with no replies coming from Jasmine ..and got up to leave. Jasmine understood her job here was done and left, leaving her mom with alone for one brief instant with Uday.
The old lady looked up at Uday with a sort of mixture of fear and mirth. Uday was already pissed off. He realized how much this woman reminded him of the ugly world he would be leaving behind tomorrow. He said in a mocking tone , “What the hell are you doing here .. What do you want to talk to me now ?” ,
She replied, “Anything you want to talk about is alright with me .. Its late in the night and I am really really lonely” and left.

The link to the real story -> here

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Deception – 2

Deception – 1

Taken aback as much by the sudden rise in his fortunes as by his willingness to talk to her, he gathered all his wits to reply back with a funny message
(That always works .. he had learned from experience).
hotguy_19 : “Depends on what you want to chat about.”
Sound confident .. come to the point .. yes .. he had seen enough of all this in chat rooms. He knew that if the reply is positive, he would have hit the jackpot else she would just leave immediately.
The reply came back after what seem like a very hesitant thirty seconds.
sweet_girl_17 : “Anything you want to chat about is alright with me .. Its late in the night and I am really really lonely” .
The words “Bingo” did a dance in his head, surrounded by flash bulbs and disco lights.
What began that night was just a trailer for things to come. Her name , she said, was Jasmine. Since that day, the two of them talked every night. Most of the times about what they would want to do to each other and what they would want the other one to do to them. Very often things turned so hot for him that he would absolutely crave for sex. And not finding enough assistance from his wife, he would think about how futile it was to marry this woman.
He realized that he would have to see this girl, if not in person then at least in pictures. That would show how serious she was about this online relationship. One day he boldly ventured into the topic which he thought would either spice up the relationship or end it altogether. He asked for her pictures, and after some minutes of wait, she told him that she would send them to him. Happy as he was, at this .. it made him wonder, why had she agreed to send the pictures to a total stranger. After receiving the pictures, all sorts of doubts began to circle in his head. She was , simply put, amazingly good looking. Pictures from some school trip, she told him. How could she have sent these beautiful pictures to him within such a short time of knowing him. Does she do it with other guys too? Does she talk to other guys as intimately as she does to him? Are there others who are chatting with her at this very time?
He confronted her with these doubts one day at which confessed to have sent the pictures to other guys as well, but she also went on to say that she was really enjoying this relationship with Raj and she wanted to continue the same way with him.
Love, he thought, was taking its first little toddler step in her heart.
Very soon he floated another profile online .. using his real name, Uday .. but pretending to be Raj’s maternal uncle . He used this profile to talk to Jasmine once in a while. He tried to keep the two entities as different as possible. He told Jasmine that Raj confides in him, and that she can tell him things she wants to tell Raj if he is not around. On other days, he would , as Raj, tell her that Uncle Uday is the perfect man .. And he aspires to be like him some day. He would tell her about Uncle Uday’s work life and try to gather sympathy for the old man. It did seem to be working.
Things were starting to work out in his head. He could see it all so clearly now. He is not Raj, he is actually a sex-obsessed 45 year old man. He would have to make the girl fall in love with him, if he ever wanted to make things happen outside the cyber world. He would have to eventually kill off Raj, to make way for the 45 year old guy to provide a consoling shoulder to the girl. That, he argued, would be the first step in getting the girl. He would divorce his wife, and go away with this girl to her city, settle down with her and create a new family. Yes, it was all possible .. He would just have to plan it out well enough ..
The newspaper headlines on 4th of August covered topics like the rise and fall of share market and bomb blasts, but somewhere inside the pages was a scary picture of what seemed like a teenage male’s dead body. Body folded into a lump, head split to reveal the interiors of the brain, blood all over the place. People said he fell off the top floor of the mall building. What was he doing on the top floor at late in the night, no one cared.
That day Jasmine saw a message on her IM, sent last night, from Raj
hotguy_19 : “Hi Jasmine, I know you want me to become a successful man before we get married, but I am tired of trying to make it on my own in this world .. It is a big world and people like me do not stand a chance .. I know I will never make it big .. You know I have tried my best .. but its just not worth it anymore .. I want to give it all up. I want to see the after-life. I want to see if I have better luck in the next life. I am scared of ending all this, but someday it had to. I love you”

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Deception – 1

As though being a 45 year old LIC Agent was not boring enough, he had all the reason in the world to think about giving up all he had .. just to see if anyone will miss him once he is gone. His life revolved around his office, he got mighty bored on Sundays .. trying to think about ways and means to get through the rest of the day. People at work knew him, sort of respected him, some even took pity on him , for he had been in the same position for the past 18 years. People less experienced than him had came and gone , had been promoted into officers, had been taken into one of those companies whose banners he saw on the road .. all because they were young. He was still there .. at the same desk at which he assumed office on the hot summer day , eighteen years back.
And then, one fine day, his little 16 year old daughter started insisting that a computer be brought home, because everyone of her friends in school have it .. and it would be so easy to study once you have a computer with you. She went on and on and on about the advantages of having a computer, while he kept on calculating the money he would have to withdraw from the bank to make such a huge investment. He had saved a substantial amount in these 18 years, but he had kept of it aside for the daughter’s marriage. What the heck, he reasoned, it is after all for his daughter’s better life.
So, after about a week , a computer was brought home. The sleek looks and the things it could do were not something that the 45 year old had imagined. He had seen people at work use it .. but he thought that it was an unnecessary piece of equipment and its always better to use one’s brain rather than let the computer do calculations for you. His opinions now started to drift in the favor of the glazy computer. Looks do matter .. he thought to himself.
He found himself to be a quick learner. More so than his daughter. Very soon he started using the computer to maintain his expenditure (He had brought in a teacher to teach his daughter and silently stood beside them when he taught her Excel and other Microsoft office tools). “That’s easy” .. he thought..
One day he secretly learned about the big world of online chatting from the colleagues at work. One of them, went on and on about how he had met this 16 year girl online and they had “done stuff” while chatting. Though he feigned shame at the surface, even a scowl at the man who had mentioned his deeds in deliberate exaggeration, he knew that once he got back home, he would not be able to keep himself away from the computer for too long.
Back at home, he tried to do what he had learned from others at work .. try creating an online chat account, but he thought .. “who would ever fall for a 45 year old like me .. I need to look better .. sound better .. may be even quickly learn some shortcuts that these youngsters keep using .. I should be more like that guy from across the street .. he looks the type that girls would fall for .. yes .. I should be him” . Things started taking an ugly turn in his head. He would be 19, a college student , no wait .. a foreigner may be .. no, that would be too difficult to feign .. probably just a local college student would do”.
Within a few days, a chat profile named hotguy_19 started doing the rounds of the online chat rooms. To further establish his identity, he even created some profiles here and there, to come across as authentic. He realized that he was completely inadequate in this world, and he needed lots of practice before he could ‘net’ a girl , as his office colleague had called it that day. Days and days went on, some days he would just log on and and see other people chat and learn. But he had not yet succeeded in anything that went beyond the “hi .. My name is raj” ..
Then one day .. a chat window popped up .. sweet_girl_17 .. it said ..
“Hi .. Do you want to chat” ..

PS -> This is an Indian version of an real – life story in US !! .. Will post the link to that story once I am done with this story 🙂

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The monday ..

For the third time in less than a year, he received an email from his company’s head HR asking the employees to leave earlier than usual because of the tense situation in the city. He just heaved a sigh of relief, because this was a Monday and there is nothing that feels better than leaving office early on the first day of the week, like a trend setter for the week. He watched others around him quietly leaving their desks .. some even left behind the company laptops because a laptop gave away their identity as Software engineers. For a change, they all wanted to not look like Software engineers that they all were .. Why ? because that would give a rioting crowd a non-kannadiga target.
In about half an hour, the office was pretty much deserted .. a few stayed back .. apparently too busy to read the mail or notice the leaving colleagues. He was amongst the last few to leave. Hoping that by the time he got home, it would be tea time and he could enjoy the crunchy snacks with the non-office coffee.
Almost absent-mindedly he had picked up his laptop .. following his daily ritual while leaving office, he even called up his wife .. to tell her that he will be home soon .. and then added with a touch of concern and melodrama that he loved so much “don’t go out anywhere .. stay at home till I come” .. and immediately regretted saying it .. “Did I scare her .. ??” ..
He had sold off his first car that he had bought within the first year of his job , because later on he regretted being too rash to rush into luxury while he could not actually afford it .. he had bought a bike after that .. It was lot less luxurious .. but definitely offered him the mileage and was a lot cheaper than the car he had .. Every time he got onto his bike, he would think about the day he finally decided to sell off the car , the day when he woke up to the realization that he just wasn’t earning enough to afford the luxury of a car .. Today was no different .. but with the year end coming .. he had more than just that on his mind .. Year end meant time for investments declaration and having not made any investments all through the year .. it also meant that he would have to spend a lot less this month so that he can actually invest something ..

Once outside the office on his bike, he decided to speed his way through the traffic .. hoping to reach his paranoid wife before she gets too worried about him .. and then .. out of the corner of his eye .. he saw a couple .. definitely not more than 22 .. either of them .. walking hand in hand .. the girl leaning on the guy’s shoulder while the guy probably explained to her his plans of the future he had planned for the two of them .. “Fools .. planning future !! .. is he even sure the girl will marry him” and then scolded himself for being too pessimistic and cynical .. and the word immediately made him smile .. wasn’t that the same word that she had used when he had told her a long time back “Eventually you will forget me and we will both move away” .. How true was all that he said that day .. and how hollow were her words ? .. but he liked to believe that she really meant it that day .. Probably she did .. probably she didn’t .. the bottom line is she is married to someone else today .. and he is married to this other girl .. and that brought him back to the reality .. he must rush home .. She will be worried .. !!

The traffic on the road was a lot more than he was accustomed to .. his timings were more from mid day to late evening .. and he preferred it that way .. because that meant he could sleep till late and come home late, and avoid the conversations that related to the boring life of soaps or back-log the relatives’ calls that he was supposed to answer back sometime. How did he end up being so bored .. how did he end up with a life like this .. as far as he could remember .. he used to be a live wire in his college days .. cracking jokes and being a shameless victim of pranks and jokes .. Having fun with friends .. bike trips .. excursions .. spur of the moment decisions .. when did he lose his identity as that guy ? and became this guy ? A loud honk of the horn from a car snapped him back to reality again .. he just gave the car guy a apologetic smile and increased his speed again before the car guy could reply.

He reached the apartment ground floor .. pushed open the lift door .. got in .. pressed the fifth floor button .. hoping that his wife won’t be outside to receive him .. this was not the kind of melodrama he liked .. wife crying at door steps and hugging him .. somehow it all seemed more inspired by the soaps than real emotions .. For the tenth time in the past five minutes since he came to his building premises, he looked at his watch .. making sure he was not too late to invoke such a reaction ..

The door to his house was closed .. and he could hear the loud TV inside .. “gosh .. when is she going to learn that loud TV is a nuisance” .. He rang the bell .. no answer .. he rang again .. again no answer .. He thought probably she dozed off .. he called her on the cell phone .. the cell dutifully rang for twenty rings and he could not restrain himself from loudly thumping on the door .. more out of irritation of being made to wait than anything else .. Must be in the bathroom .. god I hate her late hours of daily-work .. Why does she have to do all this when I am coming home .. He waited patiently for about ten minutes outside the door, not making any noise .. very sure that she must be in the bathroom .. Another quiet ten minutes pass .. a few nosey neighbors look out of the window time to time .. finding it amusing that the reserve-looking husband was being made to wait outside the door by the neighbor-friendly wife .. Irritated by all this drama and the waiting game .. he thumped loud enough on the door for the neighbors to come to the window again .. probably wondering if the door broke .. but nothing of that sort happened .. All of a sudden .. a vague fear gripped him .. was she alright ? .. she doesn’t take this long to get out of bath anyway .. and she must have heard the door bell even in the shower .. !!
He sat down on his knees and tried to look inside the house from the narrow space between the door and the floor . was definitely less than a inch of space .. but was wide enough to see what was inside .. a body lying in the middle of a pool of blood !!

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Bookmark

A Clear sky, looked as though it was about to rain. It was about four in the afternoon. The neighborhood was not as noisy as it usualy was during other days at this time.
A small boy opens the small rusty gate that leads to a stone pavement. The small plants on the side of the pavement never interested him. He did’nt ever notice the red and green flowers because they appeared more like a wild growth than a result of hours of hard work. Of course, he was too young to appreciate the hard work that went into it. He would appreciate only the beautiful things in life, even if the ugly things scream about the toiling hours of tending and care. He picks up a flower, noticing from the corner of his eye that his mother or grandmother were not around. Even the wild flowers were not to be plucked, so taught his parents and grand parents. But this was a special occasion .. He had just finished eating two dal parathas at affectionate neighbours house (something which his grandma never appreciated) and having already commited one grave sin, this one seemed meagre in comparison.
His elder brother came out and took him by surprise. But instead of the usual bully look, he was smiling at his younger sibling. They both knew what that smile meant. His elder brother plucks another flower and they start counting the number of peatls in each. The rules were simple, the winner is the person with more petals in his flower. You were supposed to close your eyes and pick out your choice of flower and then the battle royale began. Of course,there was always a prize, the looser had to get water for the winner at the dinner table.
After the best of three rounds, they decide that they have had enough of childish games and they move out to see the lads playing cricket outside in the small ground outside. The elder brother was always the better one at analyzing the game and he had taught him well. On a few lucky days, when no one else was home, they would get to join the guys in the field so that the elder brother can showcase his extra ordinary batting and fielding abilities and the younger can demonstrate his crying abilities.
Anyway, today was not the lucky day that they had hoped and they had to demonstrate the spectating abilites more than anything else. It was just about beginning to rain now and the light drizzle made watching the game more enjoyable. From somewhere he heard a faint female voice calling his name, and turns around to see his mother … time for them to go in and join the family for the evening snack. Although unhappy at being forced to miss out the thrilling finish to the game, he consoles himself with the thought of food inside the house. A small Pomeranian dog jumps in joy at the sight of him. The dog was his best friend, other than the elder brother and the guys at home. The big family finally settles down around the small snack table, and as the senior males munch on the political and economic problems of the country the senior females munch over the politics and economy of getting a new maid in the house. He need not worry about all that … he has many years to go before he has to worry about the budget, maids, salary, house, vehicle and other such problems.
Nothing much had really HAPPENED that day .. but it still was a happy day.

Suddenly he wakes up .. and it’s eighteen years later .. he smiles over the dream he had last night .. about his childhood .. his carefree times .. his untroubled life.
Having thought about it for five minutes, he finally throws his quilt to the side .. wakes up in a alien room, thatz not his but is rented. He talks to his room mates for about five minutes before two of them head off to work and the third one continues to grumble in sleep about his late hours of sleep. He takes bath .. gets ready .. and takes off on his bike in search of yet another bookmark of a day .. something that he will remember for the rest of his life .. but somewhere deep deep down he knows that today’s just going to be just like any other day at work.

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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
cost?”

“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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