“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 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 pharmacist’s brother.
“One dollar and eleven cents.”Tess answered barely audiblely，“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 brother.”Then he 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.”
The pharmacist’s brother was Dr. Carlton Armstrong，a surgeon from Chicago who specialized in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Later，Mom and Dad were talking about the chain of events that had led them to this. Her mom said，“That surgery 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.
奇跡的價格
詹妮弗·羅伯茨
8歲的苔絲聽爸爸媽媽談論小弟弟安德魯的事。她隻知道弟弟病得很重，他們家錢都花光了。下個月他們就要搬到合住的公寓去了，因為爸爸已經沒錢付弟弟的醫療費和房租了。