>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 sh
e>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 lit
tle 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.ï¿?
>>>He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped he
r>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>
6R-2nd gathering.