ഒരു സന്ദേശം

മെയിലില്‍ കൂടി കിട്ടിയ ഒരു സന്ദേശം

?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


!!!