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 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.”.....

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