Hi everyone.  Hope you all llike this one.  It's sweet.

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Coco

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 piggy bank 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 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 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.
--Author Unknown