An eight-year-old child heard her parents talking about her little brother. All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no money left. They were moving to a smaller house because they sold their house to pay hospital bills.
Only a very costly surgery could save him now and they had exhausted their savings and sold everything and still had a bank loan to pay.
When she heard her daddy say to her tearful mother with whispered desperation, ‘Only a miracle can save him now’, the little girl went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully.
Clutching the precious piggy bank tightly, she slipped out the house through the back door and made her way six blocks to the local drugstore. She took a quarter from her bank and placed it on the glass counter.
“And what do you want?” asked the pharmacist.
“It’s for my little brother,” the girl answered back. “He’s really very sick and I want to buy a miracle.”
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.
“His name is Benjah and he has something bad growing inside his head and my daddy says only a miracle can save him. So how much does a miracle cost?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, child. I’m sorry,” the pharmacist said, smiling sadly at the little girl.
“Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I can try and get some more. Just tell me how much it costs.”
In the shop was a well-dressed customer. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does you brother need?”
“I don’t know,” she replied with already diamonds forming from her small eyes. “He’s really sick and mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can’t pay for it, so I have brought all my savings.”
“How much do you have?” asked the man.
“One hundred Euro and three cents; but I can try and get some more,” she answered barely audibly.
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man, “A hundred euro and three cents – the exact price of a miracle for your little brothers.”
He took the money from her littlet hand and held her hand with the other. He 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 neurosurgeon. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long before Benjah was home again and doing well.
“That surgery,” her mom whispered, “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost.”
The little girl smiled. She knew exactly how much the miracle cost … one hundred Euro and three cents … and of course plus the faith of a little innocent child.
Perseverance can make miracles happen! Miracle can come dressed in various costumes – as a doctor, as a lawyer, as a teacher, as a police, as a child, as a mad man, as an animal and many others..
A river cuts the rock not because of its power, but because of its consistency.
Never lose your hope; keep walking towards your vision. Have faith.
May all the sick and those in difficulties find their miracle.