Sarah was eight years old when she heard from her parents that her little brother was seriously ill and they had no money to treat him.
His father had recently lost his job and could not pay for his brother’s expensive surgery.
Sarah heard the father slowly say to the mother, “Only a miracle can save our son.” Sarah sadly went to her room and took out her small piggy bank from under the bed.
He broke the piggy bank, threw the coins on the bed, and counted them, crying. There were only five dollars.
Then he slowly left the back door and went to the pharmacy a few streets up.
She waited in front of the counter for the pharmacist to pay attention to her, but the pharmacist was hot on the customers. Finally, Sara got bored and poured the coins firmly into the counter’s glass.
The pharmacist sat and said, “What do you want?”
Sara answered, “My brother is very sick. I want to buy a miracle. How much is it?
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The druggist asked with surprise, “What do you want to buy, my dear?”
Sarah explained that something had happened to her little brother, and my dad said that only a miracle could save him and make him feel better. I also want to buy a miracle. How much does it cost? The druggist said, “I’m sorry, my daughter, but we don’t sell miracles here.”
Sarah’s eyes filled with tears, and she said, “Oh God, my brother is very sick, and my father has no money, and this is all my money.” Where can I buy a miracle????
A man standing in the corner, wearing clean and neat clothes, asked the girl, “How much money do you have?”
The girl poured the money into her palm and showed it to the man. The man smiled and said: Oh, how interesting!!! I think this money is enough to buy a miracle. Then he gently took her hand and said I want to see your brother and parents.
I think the miracle of your brother is in front of me; that man was Dr. Armstrong, a neurologist in Chicago.
The next day, the operation on the boy’s brain was successfully performed, and he was saved from death.
After the surgery, the father went to the doctor and said thank you. Saving my son was an absolute miracle; I want to know how much I have to pay for the surgery.
The doctor smiled and said: The cost of the operation was $5, which has already been paid.
This is the miracle of love, the same divine miracle that the unique creator has placed in us, and we are unaware of it.
With a slightly more accurate attitude, let’s work a miracle for our lives.
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