An eight-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 for his surgery. They were also moving to a smaller house because they could not afford to stay in the present house after paying the doctor’s bills. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and there was no one to loan them the money. When she heard her daddy say to her tearful mother with whispered desperation, ‘Only a miracle can save him now,’ the little girl quickly 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 back door and made her way six blocks to the local drugstore. She took a quarter from her piggy bank and placed it on the glass counter. ‘And what do you want?’ asked the pharmacist. ‘It is for my little brother,’ the girl answered back. ‘He is really very, very sick and I want to buy a miracle.’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said the pharmacist a little surprised. ‘His name is Andrew 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 do not sell miracles here, child. I am sorry,’ the pharmacist said, smiling sadly at the little girl. ‘Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it is not 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 your brother need?’ ‘I do not know,’ she replied with her eyes welling up. ‘He is really sick and mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy cannot pay for it, so I have brought my savings.’ ‘How much do you have?’ asked the man. ‘One dollar and eleven cents; but I can try and get some more,’ she answered barely audibly. ‘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 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 us see if I have the kind of miracle you need’.
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton, a neurosurgeon. The operation was completed without charge and it was not long before Andrew 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 dollar and eleven cents plus the faith of a little child.
Perseverance can make miracles happen. Miracle can come in various forms, as a doctor, as a lawyer, as a teacher, as a police, as a friend, as a stranger and many others. A river cuts the rock not because of its power, but because of its consistency. Never lose your hope and keep walking towards your vision. The small girl could achieve what she wanted only by not giving up and had faith in herself that no matter what she would see that her brother was on the way to recovery. Keep going and never give up.