I do not believe I could say 

More on faith than this 

I'D
LIKE THIS BACK IF IT
APPLIES

A
little girl went
to her bedroom and
pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place
in the closet.


She poured 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 your 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
audible.

'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 miracle
you need.'

That well-dressed man
was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a
surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery.
The operation was completed free of 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.


In our lives, we
never know how many miracles we will
need.

A
miracle is not the
suspension of natural law, but the operation of
a higher law.
I know you'll keep the
ball moving!

Here it goes.  Throw it
back to
someone who means something to
you!

A ball is a circle, no
beginning, no
end.  It keeps us together
like our Circle of Friends.  But the treasure
inside
for you to see is the treasure
of friendship you've granted to
me.

Today
I pass the
friendship ball to you.

Pass it on
to someone who is a friend
to
you.

MY OATH TO
YOU...

When you are sad.....I will
dry your
tears.

When you
are scared.......I will comfort your
fears.

When
you are
worried......I will give you
hope.

When you are
confused.....I
will help you
cope.

And when you are lost...and
can't see the light, I
shall be your
beacon...shining ever so
bright.

This is my
oath......I
pledge till the
end.

Why you may ask?....Because
you're my friend.


Signed:
GOD

INSTANTLY WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS
LETTER, YOU ARE
REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO
AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO
SENT IT TO
YOU.


 
 
Love and Boundries
are there any?
 
 
 


A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

they said had run the light

That caused the six-car pileup

On 109 that night.


When broken bodies lay about

And blood was everywhere,

The sirens screamed out eulogies

For death was in the air.


A mother, trapped inside her car,

Was heard above the noise;

Her plaintive plea near split the air:

Oh, God, please spare my boys!

She fought to loose her pinned hands;

She struggled to get free,

But mangled metal held her fast

in grim captivity.


Her frightened eyes then focused

On where the back seat once had been,

But all she saw was broken glass and

Two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to been seen;

She did not hear them cry,

And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,

Oh, God don't let them die!

Then firemen came and cut her loose,

But when they searched the back,

They found therein no little boys,

But the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad

And was traveling alone,

But when they turned to question her,

They discovered she was gone.


Policemen saw her running wild

And screaming above the noise

In beseeching supplication,

Please help me find my boys!

They're four years old and wear blue shirts;

Their jeans are blue to match.


One cop spoke up, They're in my car,

And they don't have a scratch.

They said their daddy put them there

And gave them each a cone,

Then told them both to wait for Mom

To come and take them home.


I've searched the area high and low,

But can't find their dad.

He must have fled the scene,

I guess, and that is very bad.


The mother hugged the twins ad said,

While wiping at a tear,

He could not flee the scene, you see,

For he's been dead a year.

The cop just looked confused and asked,

Now, how can that be true?

The boys said, Mommy, Daddy came

And left a kiss for you.

He told us not to worry

And that you would be all right.

And then he put us in this car with

The pretty, flashing light.


We wanted him to stay with us,

Because we miss him so,

But Mommy, he just hugged us tight

And said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand

And told us not to fuss,

And he said to tell you, Mommy,

He's watching over us.

The mother knew without a doubt

That what they spoke was true,

For she recalled their dad's last words,

I will watch over you.


The fireman's notes could not explain

The twisted, mangled car,

And how the three of them escaped

Without a single scar.

But on the cop's report was scribed,

In print so very fine,

An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway 109.