Surat Dari Teman

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 audible.

'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.


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.


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

INSTANTLY WHEN
YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU ARE
REQUESTED TO  EXTEND THE BLESSING BY
SENDING IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE,

 

The Gift from : Morina_Denpasar