I'D LIKE THIS BACK IF IT APPLIES

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar
from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.
Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance
here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the
cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to
Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the
door.She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some
attention,but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make
a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most
disgusting 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 my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen
in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

"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 growing inside his
head and 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'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 tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down
and asked the little girl, "What kind 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 for it, 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 I can get some more if I need
to."
"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 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. Let's see if I have the miracle you
need."

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of
charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing
well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that
had led them to this place.
"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 the faith of a little child.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation
of a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball moving!

Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you!

A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together
like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is
the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.

Today I pass the friendship ball to you.

Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.

MY OATH TO YOU...

>> >>When you are sad.....I will dry your tears.
>> >>
>> >>When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.
>> >>
>> >>When you are worried.....I will give you hope.
>> >>
>> >>When you are confused.....I will help you cope.
>> >>
>> >>And when you are lost....And can't see the light, I shall be your
>> >>beacon.....Shining ever so bright.
>> >>
>> >>This is my oath.....I pledge till the end.
>> >>
>> >>Why you may ask?.....Because you're my friend.
>> >>
>> >>Signed: GOD