Just a nice uplifting story/ A little long

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Boxer Booster
This was emailed to me from a friend, I thought I'd share.....

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its
hiding place in the closet. She poured all 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 signabove 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 kind of miracle you need."

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without 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.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a
higher law..... (A TRUE STORY)


Boxer Insane
awww i just got the chills, what a sweet story!

i wonder if that really did happen; if it did, that little girl is a really great person :)

thank you for sharing.


Boxer Insane
I heard a very similar story years ago (little boy at that time). Doesn't matter if it is true or not, it makes you feel good all the same! appicon


Boxer Insane
Thanks for sharing

Great story,very inspiring,we all need to know this little girl! Boxer pal, Hanley
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