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Messsage: Tess was a precocious eight year oldwhen sheheard her Mom and Dad talking about her littlebrother, Andrew. All she knew was that he wasvery sick and they were completely out of money.They were moving to an apartment complex nextmonth because Daddy didn't have enough moneyfor the doctor bills and the house payments. Onlya very costly surgery could save him now and itwas looking like there was no-one to loan them themoney.She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother withwhispered desperation, "Only a miracle can savehim now."Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jellyjar from its hiding place in the closet. She pouredall the change out on the floor and counted itcarefully. Three times, even. The total had to beexactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.Carefully placing the coins back in the jar andtwisting on the cap, she slipped out the back doorand made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Storewith the big Indian Chief sign above the door.She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give hersome attention but he was too busy at thismoment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffingnoise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with themost disgusting sound she could muster. Nogood. Finally she took a quarter from her jar andbanged it on the glass counter. That did it!"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked inan annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to mybrother from Chicago whom I haven't seen inages," 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 annoyedtone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy amiracle.""I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist."His name is Andrew and he has something badgrowing inside his head and my Daddy says only amiracle can save him now. So how much does amiracle cost?""We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'msorry butI can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening alittle."Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn'tenough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much itcosts."The pharmacist's brother was a well-dressed man.He stooped down and asked the little girl, "Whatkind of a miracle does you brother need?""I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes wellingup. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy sayshe 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 fromChicago."One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answeredbarely 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. "Adollar and eleven cents-the exact price of a miraclefor little brothers." He took her money in one handand with the other hand he grasped her mitten andsaid, "Take me to where you live. I want to seeyour brother and meet your parents. Let's see if Ihave the kind of miracle you need."That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong,a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. Theoperation was completed without charge and itwasn't long until Andrew was home again anddoing well. Mom and Dad were happily talkingabout the chain of events that had led them to thisplace."That surgery," her Mom whispered, "was a realmiracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much amiracle cost ... one dollar and eleven cents ... plusthe faith of a little child.A miracle is NOT the suspension of natural law,but the operation of a HIGHER law .