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The Faith of a Little Girl by Uri Geller
Tess
was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her
little brother, Andrew.
All she knew was that he was very sick and they
were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month
because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor's bills and our house. Only
a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no
one to loan them the money.
She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother
with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in
the closet. She poured all 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 disgusting
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."
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