At the shop there was a well-dressed customer. He bent down and asked the little girl, “What kind of miracle does your brother need?” “I don’t know,” she replied with her eyes welling up. “He’s really sick and Mummy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I have brought my savings.” “How much do you have?” asked the man. “One dollar and eleven cents, but I can try and get some more,” she answered barely audible.

“Wonderful,” smiled the man. “A dollar and eleven cents, the exact price of a miracle for your little brother!” He took her money in one hand and held her hand with the other. He said, “Take me to your home. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the kind of miracle he needs.”

That well-dressed man was Dr.Carlton Armstrong, a famous neurosurgeon. He had Andrew admitted to hospital where he operated on him without any charges. Within a few weeks Andrew was back at home and doing well.

“That surgery,” her Mum whispered, “was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost.”

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much the miracle cost - one dollar and eleven cents.....plus the love of a little child.