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The Price of a Miracle

Sally was only eight years old when she heard Mommy and Daddy talking about her little brother, Georgi. He was very sick and they had done everything they could afford to save his life. Only a very expensive surgery could help him now . . . and that was out of the financial question. She heard Daddy say it with a whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."

Sally went to her bedroom and pulled her piggybank from its hiding place in the closet. She shook all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Tying the coins up in a cold-weather-kerchief, she slipped out of the apartment and made her way to the corner drug store. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her attention . . . but he was too busy talking to another man to be bothered by an eight-year-old. Sally twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. She cleared her throat. No good. Finally she took a quarter from its hiding place 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."

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Sally answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's sick ... and I want to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon," said the pharmacist. "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 can't help you."

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. Just tell me how much it costs."

The well-dressed man stooped down and asked, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

"I don't know," Sally answered. A tear started down her cheek. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my folks can't pay for it . . . so I have my money.

"How much do you have?" asked the well-dressed man.

"A dollar and eleven cents," Sally answered proudly. "And it's all the money I have in the world."

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the well-dressed man. A dollar and eleven cents . . . the exact price of a miracle to save a little brother." 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."

That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, renowned surgeon.... specializing in solving Georgi's malady. The operation was completed .... without charge and it wasn't long until Georgi was home again and doing well.

Mommy and Daddy were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

"That surgery," Mommy whispered. "It's like a miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

Sally smiled to herself. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents... plus the faith of a little child!

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Harga sebuah keajaibanSally adalah hanya delapan tahun ketika dia mendengar Mommy dan Daddy berbicara mengenai adik lelakinya, Georgi. Dia sangat sakit dan mereka telah melakukan segala sesuatu yang mereka mampu menyelamatkan hidupnya. Hanya operasi yang sangat mahal bisa membantunya sekarang... dan itu keluar dari pertanyaan keuangan. Dia mendengar ayah mengatakan dengan putus asa bisik, "hanya keajaiban bisa menyelamatkannya sekarang."Sally pergi ke kamarnya dan menarik nya piggybank dari tempat persembunyiannya di lemari. Dia mengguncang semua perubahan di lantai dan dihitung dengan hati-hati. Tiga kali. Total harus benar-benar sempurna. Ada kesempatan di sini untuk kesalahan. Mengikat koin di dingin-cuaca-kerudung, dia menyelinap keluar dari apartemen dan cara membuatnya ke sudut toko obat. Dia menunggu dengan sabar untuk apoteker untuk memberikan perhatian... tapi ia terlalu sibuk berbicara kepada orang lain untuk diganggu oleh delapan tahun. Sally memutar kakinya untuk membuat kebisingan scuffing. Dia membersihkan tenggorokannya. Tidak baik. Akhirnya dia mengambil seperempat dari tempat persembunyiannya dan menggedor di meja kaca.Yang melakukannya!"Dan apa yang Anda inginkan?" apoteker bertanya dalam nada suara jengkel. "Saya berbicara dengan saudara saya.""Yah, saya ingin berbicara kepada Anda tentang saudaraku," Sally menjawab kembali dalam nada kesal sama. "Dia sakit... dan saya ingin membeli sebuah keajaiban.""Saya mohon pengampunan Anda," kata apoteker. "Ayahku mengatakan hanya keajaiban yang bisa menyelamatkannya sekarang... jadi bagaimana banyak biaya keajaiban?""Kami tidak menjual mujizat di sini, gadis kecil. Aku tidak bisa menolongmu.""Dengar, aku mempunyai uang untuk membayar untuk itu. Katakan saja berapa harganya."Laki-laki berpakaian rapi membungkuk dan bertanya, "keajaiban seperti apa Apakah saudara perlu?""Saya tidak tahu," jawab Sally. Air mata mulai turun nya pipi. "Aku hanya tahu dia benar-benar sakit dan Mommy mengatakan ia membutuhkan operasi. Tetapi orang tidak membayar untuk itu... jadi saya punya uang saya."Berapa banyak Apakah Anda memiliki?" tanya pria berpakaian rapi."Satu dolar dan sebelas sen," Sally menjawab dengan bangga. "Dan itu adalah semua uang yang saya miliki di dunia.""Yah, kebetulan," tersenyum pria berpakaian rapi. Dolar dan sebelas sen... tepat harga sebuah keajaiban untuk menyelamatkan adik. " Dia mengambil uang di satu tangan dan dengan tangan yang lain ia memahami sarung tangan dia dan berkata "membawa saya ke tempat tinggal Anda. Saya ingin melihat saudara Anda dan bertemu orang tua Anda."Bahwa pria berpakaian rapi adalah Dr. Carlton Armstrong, ahli bedah terkenal... Berspesialisasi dalam memecahkan daridin penyakit. Operasi selesai... tanpa biaya dan tidak lama sampai Georgi adalah rumah lagi dan melakukannya dengan baik.Mommy dan Daddy bahagia berbicara tentang rantai peristiwa yang telah membawa mereka ke tempat ini."Bahwa operasi," Mommy berbisik. "Ini adalah seperti keajaiban. Aku ingin tahu berapa banyak itu akan biaya?"Sally tersenyum pada dirinya sendiri. Dia tahu persis berapa banyak mukjizat biaya... satu dolar sebelas sen... ditambah iman seorang anak kecil!