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!
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"And what do you want?" the pharmacist
asked in an annoyed tone.
"I'm talking to my brother."
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,"
Sally answered back in the same annoyed tone.
"He's sick... and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon," said the pharmacist.
"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 can't help you."
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. Just
tell me how much it costs."
The well-dressed man stooped down and asked, "What
kind of a miracle does you brother need?"
"I don't know," Sally answered. A tear
started down her cheek.
"I just know he's really sick and Mommy says
he needs an operation. But my folks can't pay for
it... so I have brought out my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the well-dressed
"A dollar and eleven cents," Sally answered
"And it's all the money I have in the world."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the
"A dollar and eleven cents... the exact price
of a miracle to save a little brother." 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."
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
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Mommy and Daddy were happily talking about the
chain of events that had led them to this place.
"That surgery," Mommy whispered.
"It's like a miracle. I wonder how much it
would have cost?"
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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