Sally was only eight years old when she heard Mommy and Daddy talking about her little brother, Georgi. He was very sick and they had done everything they could afford to save his life. Only a very expensive surgery could help him now . . . and that was out of the financial question.
Only a Miracle Can Save Him Now
She heard Daddy say it with a whispered desperation, 'Only a miracle can save him now.' Sally went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place in the closet. She shook all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Tying the coins up in a cold-weather-kerchief, she slipped out of the apartment and made her way to the corner drug store. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her attention . . . but he was too busy talking to another man to be bothered by an eight-year-old.
Sally twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. She cleared her throat. No good. Finally she took a quarter from its hiding place 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.'
'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Sally answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's sick ... and I want to buy a miracle.'
'I beg your pardon,' said the pharmacist.
'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 can't help you.'
'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. Just tell me how much it costs.'
The well-dressed man stooped down and asked, 'What kind of a miracle does you brother need?'
'I don't know,' Sally answered. A tear started down her cheek. 'I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my folks can't pay for it . . . so I have my money.'
'How much do you have?' asked the well-dressed man.
'A dollar and eleven cents,'
Sally answered proudly. 'And it's all the money I have in the world.'
'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the well-dressed man.
A dollar and eleven cents . . . the exact price of a miracle to save a little brother.' 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.'
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, renowned surgeon ... specializing in solving Georgi's malady. The operation was completed ... without charge and it wasn't long until Georgi was home again and doing well.
Mommy and Daddy were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. 'That surgery,' Mommy whispered. 'It's like a miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?' Sally smiled to herself. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost ... one dollar and eleven cents ... plus the faith of a little child!
Angel at Presbyterian Hospital
I got an evening phone call from the pediatric ICU at Presbyterian Hospital, in Charlotte, NC, where I work as a child life specialist. Usually when they call at night, it means something bad has happened. This, however, was different. My coworker told me that the most amazing thing had just happened and she just had to call to tell me.
We had a patient, a girl who spent much of her young life up in and out of the hospital. All the staff knew her and her family. She had been in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU) for about a month this time, and had been on life support. She was not doing well. The doctors had approached mom about taking her off life support the Saturday before. Mom was okay with it, and said that she'd been through so much and if was her time to go she wanted to honor that. So they had taken her off.
It was in the wee hours the next morning and she was still alive. Amazing. The doctors approached mom about taking off her oxygen mask. Mom was supportive, and began praying over her daughter. The mother of another young patient who was in the bed next to her began praying with her.
The nurse practitioner went to the nurses’ station to chart that she had taken off the oxygen mask. While doing so, she looked up at the security monitor that videotapes the double doors leading into the PICU. It records anyone who may be waiting outside the doors to get in since it is a secure unit. She saw a man standing there, and it looked a little funny to her, so she decided to walk down the hall to open the double doors personally. When she opened them, no one was standing there.
She walked back down to the nurses station to finish charting, assuming he had walked away, but saw him still standing there on the monitor. So she opened the doors with a button near the nurses’ station and leaned over to see him walk in, but no one was standing there.
She pulled over another nurse and both stood staring at this man on the monitor and opening the doors to find no one there. The nurse practitioner leaned in closely to look at the man on the monitor and said, 'Oh my gosh. That's an angel. You can see his wings!'
They said that the sun starting shining so brightly and the whole PICU was strangely filled with light. They said he was a tall man and you could see wings behind him.
They pulled over all the staff of the PICU and the two praying mothers and everyone was staring at this man on the monitor and opening the doors to find no one there. Crying, everyone pulled out their camera phones to take pictures, but no one could get it to show up on their camera. The mother of the girl pulled out her camera phone and finally got a picture of the angel who was guarding the doors to the PICU. He turned out as a man of light.
This young lady recovered fully and was discharged from the hospital within days.
Do miracles still happen? Every one of us working that
night is convinced they do!