> 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
>
> INSTANTLY WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU ARE REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT
> LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO YOU.