For the price of a miracle
An eight-year-old child heard his parents talk about his little brother. Everything the girl knew was that his brother was very sick, and they had no money left for them. They moved to a smaller house because they could no longer afford to stay at home after paying the hospital bill. Only a very expensive surgical operation could save the boy, and there was no one to borrow money from.
When the little girl heard her father tell her crying mother with whispering despair:
“Only a miracle will save him now,” the little girl went into her room and pulled out her box of piggy pig from her secret place in the closet. He poured all the coins on the floor and carefully counted them.
Stuffing tightly the precious penny, he slipped through the back door and walked six blocks to the local pharmacy. She took 25 cents out of her box and placed them on the glass stand.
“And what do you want?”, the pharmacist asked.
“That’s my little brother,” the girl replied. “He’s very sick and I want to buy him a miracle.”
“Please?!”, amazed the pharmacist.
“His name is Andrew, and he has something bad that grows in his head, and Dad says that only a miracle can save him. That’s why I ask how much a miracle is worth.”
“We do not sell miracles here, child. I’m sorry”, said the pharmacist, smiling sadly to the little girl.
“Look, I have the money to pay for it. If they are not enough, I can try and find more. Just tell me how much the miracle is worth.”
At the pharmacy there was a well-dressed customer. He leaned forward and asked the girl:
“What kind of wonder does your brother need?”
“I do not know,” said the girl, his eyes full of tears. “He’s really sick, and Mom says he needs surgery. But Dad can not pay for it, so I’ve brought my savings.”
“How much money do you have?”, the man asked.
“One dollar and 11 cents, but I can try to find some more,” said the girl almost silently.
“Ha, this is a coincidence!”, the man smiled. “One dollar and 11 cents – just the price of a miracle for little brothers.”
She took her money in one hand and held her hand with the other. Then he said:
“Take me home. I want you to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the miracle you need.”
This well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was made free of charge and soon Andrew was back home and recovered quickly.
“This operation”, the mother whispered, “was a miracle. The wits do not suit me how much it would cost.”
The little girl smiled. She knew exactly how much the miracle cost.