An eight-year-old child heard her parents talking to each other about her little brother. All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no money to get treatment for him. They were moving to a smaller house as they could not afford to stay in the present house after paying the doctor’s bills. Only a very costly surgery could save his little brother life and there was no one to loan them the money.
She heard her daddy say to her tearful mother with whispered desperation that, ‘Only a miracle can save him now’. The little girl silently went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the coins out on the bed and counted it carefully.
Clutching the precious piggy bank tightly with both hands, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to the local drugstore. She took a quarter from her bank and placed it on the glass counter of the drugstore.
“And what do you want?” asked the pharmacist surprisingly.
“It’s for my little brother,” the girl answered back softly. “He’s really very sick and I want to buy a miracle, which will make him good again.”
“My little brother name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my daddy says that only a miracle can save him. So could you please tell, how much does a miracle cost?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, child. I’m sorry, but I can’t help” the pharmacist said, sadly smiling at the little girl.
“I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I can try and get some more. But please tell me how much it costs.”
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist surprisingly.
In the shop there was a well-dressed customer waiting for buy some drugs. He stooped down and asked the little girl sweetly, “What kind of a miracle does your brother need?”
“I don’t know,” she replied with her eyes welling up with tears. “He’s really sick and mommy says he needs an operation to save him. But my daddy can’t pay for it, so I have brought my savings to buy it”.
“How much do you have?” asked the man with love.
“One dollar and eleven cents; but I can try and get some more”, she answered barely audibly and helplessly.
“Well, what a coincidence! a dollar and eleven cents – this is the exact price of a miracle for little brothers.” The man smiled and told the child.
He took her money in one hand and held her hand with the other and He said, “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents to talk. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need to save your little brother.”
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a famous neurosurgeon. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long before Andrew was home again and playing again with her sister.
Seeing her little son playing with his sister, her mom whispered “That surgery! 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 and love of a little child.