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> : I want this back if it applies
> >> >
> >> >>Tess 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
> >> >>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 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
> >> >>little child.
> >> > >
> >> >>A miracle is not the
> >> >>suspension of natural law,
> >> >>but the operation of a higher law...... (A TRUE
> >> >>STORY)
> >> > >
> >> >>I know you'll keep the ball
> >> >>moving! Here it goes. Throw
> >> >>it back to someone else who
> >> >>means something to you!
> >> >>
> >> >>The Friendship Ball
> >> >>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
> >> >>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.
> >> > >
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<BLOCKQUOTE TYPE=CITE style="BORDER-LEFT: #0000ff 2px solid; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px;
MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px">: I want this back if it applies<BR>
>> ><BR>
>> >>Tess went to her bedroom and<BR>
>> >>pulled a glass jelly jar<BR>
>> >>from its hiding place in the<BR>
>> >>closet. She poured<BR>
>> > >all the change out on the
floor<BR>
>> >> and counted it carefully.<BR>
>> >>Three times,even.<BR>
>> >>The total had to be exactly<BR>
>> >>perfect. No chance here for<BR>
>> >>mistakes. Carefully placing<BR>
>> >>the coins back in the jar and<BR>
>> >>twisting on the cap, she<BR>
>> >>slipped out the back<BR>
>> >>door and made her way<BR>
>> >>blocks to Rexall's Drug<BR>
>> >>Store with the big red Indian Chief
sign above<BR>
>> >>the door. She waited patiently
for the<BR>
>> >>pharmacist to give her<BR>
>> >>some attention but he was too<BR>
>> >>busy at this moment.<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>Tess twisted her feet to make<BR>
>> >>a scuffing noise.<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >> Nothing.<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>She cleared her throat with<BR>
>> >>the most disgusting sound<BR>
>> >>she could muster.<BR>
>> > ><BR>
>> >>No good.<BR>
>> > ><BR>
>> >>Finally she took a quarter
from<BR>
>> >>her jar and banged it on the<BR>
>> >>glass counter. That did it!<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>"And what do you want?" the<BR>
>> >>pharmacist asked in an<BR>
>> >>annoyed tone of voice. "I'm<BR>
>> >>talking to my brother from<BR>
>> >>Chicago whom I haven't seen<BR>
>> >>in ages," he said without<BR>
>> >>waiting for a reply to his
question.<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>"Well, I want to talk to you<BR>
>> >>about my brother," Tess<BR>
>> >>answered back in the same<BR>
>> >>annoyed tone. "He's really,<BR>
>> >>really sick... and I want to<BR>
>> >>buy a miracle."<BR>
>> > ><BR>
>> >>"I beg your pardon?" said the
pharmacist.<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>"His name is Andrew and he<BR>
>> >>has something bad growing<BR>
>> >>inside his head and my Daddy<BR>
>> >>says only a miracle can<BR>
>> >>save him now. So how much<BR>
>> >>does a miracle cost?"<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>"We don't sell miracles here,<BR>
>> >>little girl. I'm sorry but<BR>
>> >>I can't help you," the<BR>
>> >>pharmacist said, softening<BR>
>> >>a little.<BR>
>> > ><BR>
>> >>"Listen, I have the money to<BR>
>> >>pay for it. If it isn't
enough,<BR>
>> >>I will get the rest. Just
tell<BR>
>> >>me how much it costs."<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>The pharmacist's brother was<BR>
>> >>a well dressed man. He<BR>
>> >>stooped down and asked the<BR>
>> >>little girl, "What kind of<BR>
>> >>a miracle does your brother<BR>
>> >>need?"<BR>
>> > ><BR>
>> >>"I don't know," Tess replied<BR>
>> >>with her eyes welling up.<BR>
>> >>"I just know he's really sick<BR>
>> >>and Mommy says he needs<BR>
>> >>an operation. But my Daddy<BR>
>> >>can't pay for it, so I want<BR>
>> >>to use my money".<BR>
>> > ><BR>
>> >>"How much do you have?" asked<BR>
>> >>the man from Chicago.<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>"One dollar and eleven<BR>
>> >>cents," Tess answered<BR>
>> >>barely audibly. "And it's all
the Money I have,<BR>
>> >>but I can get some more if I
need to.<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>"Well, what a coincidence,"<BR>
>> >>smiled the man. "A dollar and<BR>
>> >>eleven cents-the exact price<BR>
>> >>of a miracle for little
brothers."<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>He took her money in one hand<BR>
>> >>and with the other hand<BR>
>> >>he grasped her mitten and<BR>
>> >>said "Take me to where<BR>
>> >>you live. I want to see your<BR>
>> >>brother and meet your<BR>
>> >>parents.<BR>
>> > ><BR>
>> >>Let's see if I have the kind<BR>
>> >>of miracle you need."<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>That well dressed man was Dr.<BR>
>> >>Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in<BR>
>> >>neuro-surgery. The operation was
completed<BR>
>> >>without charge and it wasn't
long until<BR>
>> >>Andrew was home again and<BR>
>> >>doing well. Mom and Dad were<BR>
>> >>happily talking about the<BR>
>> >>chain of events that had led<BR>
>> >>them to this place.<BR>
>> > >"That surgery," her Mom<BR>
>> >>whispered. "was a real<BR>
>> >>miracle. I wonder how much<BR>
>> >>it would have cost?"<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>Tess smiled. She knew exactly<BR>
>> >>how much a miracle cost...<BR>
>> >>one dollar and eleven cents<BR>
>> >>...... plus the faith of<BR>
>> >>little child.<BR>
>> > ><BR>
>> >>A miracle is not the<BR>
>> >>suspension of natural law,<BR>
>> >>but the operation of a higher
law...... (A TRUE<BR>
>> >>STORY)<BR>
>> > ><BR>
>> >>I know you'll keep the ball<BR>
>> >>moving! Here it goes. Throw<BR>
>> >>it back to someone else who<BR>
>> >>means something to you!<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>The Friendship Ball<BR>
>> >>A ball is a circle, no<BR>
>> >>beginning, no end. It<BR>
>> >>keeps us together like our Circle
of Friends.<BR>
>> >>But the treasure inside for you
to see is the<BR>
>> >>treasure of friendship<BR>
>> >>you've granted to me. Today<BR>
>> >>pass the friendship ball to<BR>
>> >>you. Pass it on to someone<BR>
>> >>who is a friend to you.<BR>
>> >><BR>
>> >>MY OATH TO YOU...<BR>
>> >>When you are sad.....I will<BR>
>> >>dry your tears. When you are
scared.....I will<BR>
>> >>comfort your fears.<BR>
>> >>When you are worried.....I<BR>
>> >>will give you hope. When you<BR>
>> >>are confused.....I will help<BR>
>> >>you cope. And when you are<BR>
>> >>lost.....And can't see the<BR>
>> >>light.<BR>
>> >>I shall be your<BR>
>> >>beacon.....Shining ever so<BR>
>> >>bright This is my oath.....I<BR>
>> >>pledge till the end. Why you<BR>
>> >>may ask?.....Because you're<BR>
>> >>my friend.<BR>
>> > ></BLOCKQUOTE><BR>
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