Tess was a precocious eight-year-old girl when she heard herMom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All sheknew was that he was very sick and they were completely outof money. They were moving to an apartment complex nextmonth because Daddy didn’t have the money for the doctor’sbills and our house.
Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loanthem the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, “Onlya miracle can save him now.”
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She pouredall the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to beexactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back doorand made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above thedoor.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at thismoment. Tess twisted her feet to make a noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the mostdisgusting 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 mybrother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages, “he said without waiting for a reply to hisquestion.”
“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 growinginside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does amiracle 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 tellme how much it costs.”
The pharmacist’s brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “Whatkind 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 Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay forit, 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 Ican get some more if I need to.”
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents — the exact price of amiracle for little brothers. “He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he graspedher mitten and said “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet yourparents. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.”
“刚刚好，”男人笑着说，“一美元十一美分 —— 正好可以为你弟弟买个奇迹。”他一手拿着小女孩的钱一手紧紧握住她的手说“带我去你住的地方，我想去看看你弟弟和你的父母，看看我是不是有你们需要的奇迹。”
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. Theoperation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again anddoing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to thisplace.
“That surgery,” her Mom whispered, “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 thefaith of a little child.