A Miracle: True Story...


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.

Blessings to You!
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 d********g 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


I know this is a cute story and true evidently, there is another Dr. who deals in miracle's too, his name is Ben Carson, remember him, he is one of the good guys just like Dr. Armstrong...


I have been lucky enough to see miracle's almost everyday, they are all around use if we just slow down and look... I've seen men and women come into the rooms of AA & NA hopeless drunks and drug addicts and become whole and well right before our eyes... I know this is a true story because i am one of those who was a falling down sick drunk and I couldn't stay stopped... Today I'm nearly 37 years sober & clean thanks to the miracle of the recovery program invented if you will by a drunk salesman and a drugged up doctor, everyday I give thanks to these two guys & God... Don D.


P.S. I dislike chain mail if you don't want to send this on that's okay, I think the miracle of this Email is the fact that someone put the facts down and started it on it's way, so I'll forward it...

A Miracle: True Story...


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 d********g 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


I know this is a cute story and true evidently, there is another Dr. who deals in miracle's too, his name is Ben Carson, remember him, he is one of the good guys just like Dr. Armstrong...


I have been lucky enough to see miracle's almost everyday, they are all around use if we just slow down and look... I've seen men and women come into the rooms of AA & NA hopeless drunks and drug addicts and become whole and well right before our eyes... I know this is a true story because i am one of those who was a falling down sick drunk and I couldn't stay stopped... Today I'm nearly 37 years sober & clean thanks to the miracle of the recovery program invented if you will by a drunk salesman and a drugged up doctor, everyday I give thanks to these two guys & God... Don D.


P.S. I dislike chain mail if you don't want to send this on that's okay, I think the miracle of this Email is the fact that someone put the facts down and started it on it's way, so I'll forward it...

I had seen this before, but reading it I still got a lump in my throat. Miracles do happen, many we are not aware of them because we have walked past the danger that God held back until we were safe. He is there, His angels are busier than ever. It is past time to forget reason and rely on faith, He produces.

Thank you, Don, for the post, and no doubt the Lord will continue to bless you with sobriety. Alcohol the first legalized drug that has 'drug' many a good person down, now marijuana - what's next?? I don't drink, and have never taken 'illegal' drugs, but can clearly see that their cost to society is much higher than people realize.

A Miracle: True Story...


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 d********g 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


I know this is a cute story and true evidently, there is another Dr. who deals in miracle's too, his name is Ben Carson, remember him, he is one of the good guys just like Dr. Armstrong...


I have been lucky enough to see miracle's almost everyday, they are all around use if we just slow down and look... I've seen men and women come into the rooms of AA & NA hopeless drunks and drug addicts and become whole and well right before our eyes... I know this is a true story because i am one of those who was a falling down sick drunk and I couldn't stay stopped... Today I'm nearly 37 years sober & clean thanks to the miracle of the recovery program invented if you will by a drunk salesman and a drugged up doctor, everyday I give thanks to these two guys & God... Don D.


P.S. I dislike chain mail if you don't want to send this on that's okay, I think the miracle of this Email is the fact that someone put the facts down and started it on it's way, so I'll forward it...

You raise a valid point when you say "have never taken illegal drugs." I was addicted to Legal prescription drugs, and believe me, it makes no difference to either the drug, nor the manufacturer, as long as you buy and use their product.

The Pure food and drug organization is no longer the safe guide it once was, as they now are supported by the drugmakers, and make a lot of bad decisions about new drugs, many of which make it to market only to be taken off after k*****g a few customers.

Drugs are drugs are drugs - "Legal" or "illegal" never makes a difference.

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A Miracle: True Story...


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 d********g 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


I know this is a cute story and true evidently, there is another Dr. who deals in miracle's too, his name is Ben Carson, remember him, he is one of the good guys just like Dr. Armstrong...


I have been lucky enough to see miracle's almost everyday, they are all around use if we just slow down and look... I've seen men and women come into the rooms of AA & NA hopeless drunks and drug addicts and become whole and well right before our eyes... I know this is a true story because i am one of those who was a falling down sick drunk and I couldn't stay stopped... Today I'm nearly 37 years sober & clean thanks to the miracle of the recovery program invented if you will by a drunk salesman and a drugged up doctor, everyday I give thanks to these two guys & God... Don D.


P.S. I dislike chain mail if you don't want to send this on that's okay, I think the miracle of this Email is the fact that someone put the facts down and started it on it's way, so I'll forward it...