Cost of a Miracle.

Post 49 - - - - - - - October 24^th, 2006.

Hello my friends ~ I hope all is well with you and your loved

ones. All is well with me, but I am missing my recent good

company. Hi Michelle if you are reading this !!

We were lucky too to have lovely weather for our various

outings. We just needed a fan on occasionally.

Today is my youngest daughter’s birthday. I hope you have

a wonderful day Kathy, love from Mum.

I have a lovely story for you tonight sent to me by a friend

of many, many years (I didn’t like to say “old”). I think you

will enjoy it. It is called “The Cost of a Miracle.”

Cost of a Miracle.

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 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 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.

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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.

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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

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Now to find a few jokes for you - - -

A man goes into a logging company office looking for a job as a

chainsaw operator.

The boss asks: “Do you have any experience?”

The man replies: “Well, I used to cut down trees in the Sahara

Forest.”

“Don’t you mean the Sahara Desert?” asks the boss.

“Well. it is NOW.” says the man.

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A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were not talking to each other.

Suddenly the man realised that the next day, he would need his wife to wake hime at 5 am for an early business meeting.

Not wanting to be the one to break the silence (and LOSE), he

wrote on a piece of paper: “Please wake me at 5 am.”

He left it where he knew she would find it.

The next morning, the man woke, only to discover it was 9 am and he had missed his meeting.

Furious, he was about to go and see his wife when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed.

The paper said: “It is 5 am. Wake up.”

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Idiots at Work.

I was signing the receipt for my credit card purchase when

the clerk noticed I had never signed my name on the back of the credit card. She informed me that she could not complete

the transaction unless the card was signed. When I asked why

she explained that it was necessary to compare the signature

I had just signed on the receipt. So I signed the credit card in front of her. She carefully compared the two signatures.

As luck would have it, they matched !!

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And a few quotes - - -

What is moral is what you feel good after, and what is immoral

is what you feel bad after. - - - Ernest Hemingway.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep Sea, and music in it’s roar:

I love not Man the less, but Nature more. - - - Lord Byron.

Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal. - - - Henry Ford.

All of us do not have equal talent, but all of us should have equal opportunity to develop our talents.

- - - John F. Kennedy.

God helps those that help themselves, - - Benjamin Franklin.

Well that is enough for tonight. Take care and be happy, Merle.

Post 49 - - - - - - - 24^th October, 2006.