Here is sending a miracle your way…
"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.”
“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.”
The pharmacist’s brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked
the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does you brother need?”
“I don’t know,” Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he’s
really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay
for it, so I want to use my money.
“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago.
“One dollar and eleven cents,” Tess answered barely audibly. And it’s
all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.
“Well, what a coincidence,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents-the
exact price of a miracle for little brothers.” 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.
Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle you need.”
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing
in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t
long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily
talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
“That surgery,”her Mom whispered. “was a real miracle. I wonder how much
it would have cost?”
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost… one dollar
and eleven cents …… plus the faith of a little child.
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of
a higher law……" ~ I heard this story and can't remember where. But I didn't come up with it and it still deserves credit elsewhere.
Today's Training:
Banded Pull ups super set with BB OHP: 5x20
C/S Row super set with Lateral Raise: 5x20
Banded Pull ups (again) super set with Rear Delt Raise: 5x20
Banded Chin Ups super set with Mini Band Pull a parts: 5x20
DB Pullover super set with Upright Row: 5x20
1000 reps for Back and Shoulders.