[Mb-hair] My Oath to you1

[Sherwin Ross]

Dear Tribe,

 

 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 do not 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 is 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 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.. 
  
 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. 
 
I love you,

Sherwin
 
 

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