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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!

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

The Price of Miracle Sally baru berumur delapan tahun ketika dia mendengar Mommy dan Daddy berbicara tentang adiknya, Georgi. Dia sangat sakit dan mereka telah melakukan segala sesuatu yang mereka mampu untuk menyelamatkan hidupnya. Hanya operasi yang sangat mahal bisa membantunya sekarang. . . dan yang keluar dari pertanyaan keuangan. Dia mendengar Ayah mengatakan itu dengan putus asa berbisik, "Hanya keajaiban yang bisa menyelamatkannya sekarang." Sally pergi ke kamar tidurnya dan menarik celengan dia dari tempat persembunyiannya di dalam lemari. Dia mengguncang semua perubahan di lantai dan menghitungnya dengan hati-hati. Tiga kali. Total harus benar-benar sempurna. Tidak ada kesempatan di sini untuk kesalahan. Mengikat koin di sebuah cuaca-saputangan dingin, dia menyelinap keluar dari apartemen dan berjalan ke toko obat di sudut. Ia menunggu dengan sabar sampai sang apoteker memberi perhatian. . . tapi dia terlalu sibuk dengan orang lain untuk diganggu oleh seorang anak berusia delapan tahun. Sally memutar kakinya untuk membuat suara scuffing. Dia berdeham. Tidak baik. Akhirnya dia mengambil uang koin dari tempat persembunyiannya dan melemparkannya ke kaca etalase. Berhasil! "Dan apa yang kau inginkan?" tanya apoteker dalam nada kesal. "Saya sedang berbicara dengan saudara saya." "Yah, aku ingin berbicara dengan Anda tentang adikku," jawab Sally kembali dengan nada yang sama. "Dia sakit ... dan saya ingin membeli keajaiban." "Maaf," kata apoteker. "Ayah saya mengatakan hanya keajaiban yang bisa menyelamatkannya sekarang... Jadi berapa harga keajaiban itu?" "Kami tidak menjual keajaiban, gadis kecil. Saya tidak bisa membantu Anda." "Dengar, aku punya uang membayar untuk itu. Katakan saja berapa harganya. "Orang yang berpakaian rapi berhenti dan bertanya," Keajaiban jenis apa yang dibutuhkan oleh adikmu? "" Saya tidak tahu, "jawab Sally. Air mata mulai menetes di pipinya. "Saya hanya tahu dia sakit parah dan mama mengatakan bahwa ia membutuhkan operasi. Tapi orang-orang saya tidak dapat membayar untuk itu... Jadi saya punya uang saya." Berapa banyak yang Anda miliki? "Tanya pria berpakaian rapi." A dollar dan sebelas sen, "jawab Sally dengan bangga." Dan itu semua uang yang saya miliki di dunia ini. "" Nah, kebetulan sekali, "tersenyum pria berpakaian rapi. Sebuah dollar dan sebelas sen... harga tepat keajaiban untuk menyelamatkan adik. " Dia mengambil uangnya di satu tangan dan dengan tangan yang lain ia menggenggam sarung tangannya dan berkata "Bawa aku ke tempat Anda tinggal. Aku ingin melihat adikmu dan bertemu orang tua Anda." Itu baik-berpakaian pria adalah Dr. Carlton Armstrong, yang terkenal Dokter bedah .... mengkhususkan diri dalam memecahkan penyakit Georgi itu. Operasi selesai .... tanpa biaya dan itu tidak lama sampai Georgi dapat kembali ke rumah dan melakukan dengan baik. Mommy dan Daddy bahagia berbicara tentang rantai peristiwa yang telah membawa mereka ke tempat ini. "Operasi itu," Mommy bisik. "Ini seperti sebuah keajaiban. Aku ingin tahu berapa banyak itu akan biaya?" Sally tersenyum sendiri. Dia tahu secara pasti berapa harga keajaiban ... satu dollar dan sebelas sen ... ditambah iman seorang anak kecil!