[Nfbk] Fwd: I Want This Back If It Applies

[Scott Spaulding]

I don't normally forward things like this, but this is a good one, in my opinion.

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> From: Debralee Child's <debrachilds at sbcglobal.net>
> Date: September 20, 2013 at 2:44:33 PM EDT
> To: Debra Bertram <debsbert at yahoo.com>, Jennifer Cox <memom750 at gmail.com>, Dawn Harshfield Summers <dawndsummers at facebook.com>, Judy VanWinkle <judyrvanwinkle at yahoo.com>, brenda sanders <bsuzi2 at yahoo.com>, Scott Spaulding <spaulding.scott at gmail.com>, Tonya Biesel <tmcbhnb at wi.rr.com>, Hanna Biesel <pompomgrl97 at wi.rr.com>, Brandy Spaulding <cspaulding at carolina.rr.com>, Chris Mizia <mousie3 at sbcglobal.net>, Mike Bische <bische at earthlink.net>
> Subject: Fwd: I Want This Back If It Applies
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>> I'D LIKE THIS BACK IF IT APPLIES 
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>> A little girl went 
>> to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.. 
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>> 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. 
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>> 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. 
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>> 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! 
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>> '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. 
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>> '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.' 
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>> 'I beg your pardon?' 
>> said the pharmacist. 
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>> '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?' 
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>> 'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. 
>> I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little. 
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>> '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.'
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>> 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?' 
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>> ' 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.' 
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>> 'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago . 
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>> 'One dollar 
>> and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audible 
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>> 'And it's all the money 
>> I have, but I can get some more if I need to.' 
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>> 'Well, what a 
>> coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a 
>> miracle for little brothers.' 
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>> 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.' 
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>> 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. 
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>> Mom and Dad were 
>> happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.. 
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>> 'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle.. I wonder how 
>> much it would have cost?' 
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>> Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a 
>> miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents..plus the faith of a little child. 
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>> In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. 
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>> A 
>> miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. 
>> I know you'll keep the ball moving! 
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>> Here it goes. Throw it back to 
>> someone who means something to you!
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>> 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. 
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>> Today 
>> I pass the friendship ball to you. 
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>> Pass it on to someone who is a friend 
>> to you.
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>> MY OATH TO YOU... 
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>> When you are sad.....I will dry your 
>> tears. 
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>> When you are scared......I will comfort your fears. 
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>> When 
>> you are worried.....I will give you hope. 
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>> When you are confused......I 
>> will help you cope. 
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>> And when you are lost.....and can't see the light, I 
>> shall be your beacon...shining ever so bright. 
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>> This is my oath.....I 
>> pledge till the end. 
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>> Why you may ask?....Because you're my friend. 
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>> Signed: GOD 
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>> 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
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