A little boy broke his piggy bank, took the change, and counted carefully. Three times.
“I must not make any mistake here,” he thought to himself. He placed the coins in a jar, sealed the cap tightly, and quietly slipped out the back door.
After making his way to a drug store, the boy waited patiently for the pharmacist to give him some attention.
“What can I help you with, my little friend?” the pharmacist asked the tiny boy in front of the counter.
“I want to buy a miracle,” the boy answered.
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.
“My sister is really sick and my daddy said only a miracle can cure her now, so I want to get a miracle for her. How much does a miracle cost?”
“I’m sorry.” The pharmacist felt her heart break a little. “We don’t sell miracles here,” she said softly.
“I have money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough….I will get more. Just tell me how much it costs.”
Standing next to the little boy was a tall, well-dressed man.
He looked at the child and asked, “What kind of a miracle does your sister need?”
“I don’t know,” the boy replied. Tears started rolling down his cheeks. “I just know she is very sick and has something bad growing inside her head.”
“The doctor said she needed an operation. But daddy can’t pay for it, so we need a miracle to save her now. Please, I can use all of my money to save my sister.”
“How much do you have?” asked the man.
“One dollar and twelve cents,” the boy answered, his voice barely audible. “It’s all I have now, but I can get some more if needed,” he quickly added.
“Well, what a coincidence,” the man smiled. “One dollar and twelve cents is the exact price of a miracle for a little sister.” He took the boy’s money in one hand and gently held his hand with the other and said, “take me to your sister. Let’s see if I have the miracle she needs.”
That man was the director of a reputed hospital. He was just the right person needed to save the little girl’s life.
The operation was completed without any charges and it wasn’t long until the little boy’s sister was home again and doing well.
“That surgery,” his mother whispered, “it was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?”
The little boy smiled. He knew exactly how much a miracle costs. One dollar and twelve cents, plus the faith of a small child.
Keep your faith in God and he will never fail you.
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