A Miracle
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. 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.
terjemahan
Sebuah Keajaiban
Sally baru berumur delapan tahun ketika dia mendengar ayah dan ibunya berbicara tentang adiknya, Georgi. Dia sangat sakit dan mereka telah melakukan apapun yang bisa mereka untuk menyelamatkan hidupnya. Hanya operasi yang sangat mahal dapat membantunya sekarang. . . dan itu keluar dari pertanyaan keuangan. Dia mendengar ayahnya dengan berbisik, "Hanya keajaiban yang bisa menyelamatkannya sekarang."
Sally pergi ke kamarnya dan menariknya celengan dari tempatnya bersembunyi di lemari. Dia mengguncang semua perubahan tersebut ke lantai dan menghitung secara cermat. Tiga kali. Total harus persis sempurna. Tidak ada kesempatan di sini untuk kesalahan. Mengikat koin-koin di sebuah saputangan dingin cuaca, ia menyelinap keluar dari apartemen dan berjalan ke toko obat di sudut jalan.
Ia menunggu dengan sabar sampai sang apoteker memberi perhatian. . tapi dia terlalu sibuk berbicara dengan orang lain untuk diganggu oleh delapan tahun. Sally memutar kakinya untuk membuat suara scuffing. Ia berdeham. Tidak baik. Akhirnya dia mengambil uang koin dari tempat persembunyiannya dan melemparkannya ke kaca etalase. Berhasil! "Dan apa yang kau inginkan?" tanya apoteker tersebut dengan suara marah. "Saya sedang berbicara dengan saudara saya."
"Yah, saya ingin berbicara kepada Anda tentang adik saya," jawab Sally kembali dengan nada yang sama. "Dia sakit ... dan saya ingin membeli keajaiban."
"Maafkan saya," tanya sang apoteker.
"Ayah saya mengatakan hanya keajaiban yang bisa menyelamatkan jiwanya sekarang ... jadi berapa harga keajaiban itu?"
"Kami tidak menjual keajaiban, adik kecil saya tidak bisa membantu Anda.."
"Dengar, aku punya uang untuk membayar untuk itu Katakan saja berapa harganya.."
Pria berpakaian rapi rapi berhenti dan bertanya, "Apa Keajaiban jenis apakah saudara Anda butuhkan?"
"Saya tidak tahu," jawab Sally. Air mata mulai menetes di pipinya. "Saya hanya tahu dia sakit parah dan mama mengatakan bahwa ia membutuhkan operasi Tapi orangtuaku tidak dapat membayar untuk itu .... Jadi saya memiliki uang saya."
"Berapa banyak yang Anda miliki?" tanya pria berpakaian rapi.
"Satu dollar dan sebelas sen," jawab Sally dengan bangga. "Dan itulah seluruh uang yang saya miliki di dunia."
"Nah, kebetulan sekali," senyum pria berpakaian rapi. "Satu dollar dan sebelas sen ... harga yang tepat dari sebuah keajaiban untuk menyimpan adik." Dia mengambil uang di satu tangan dan dengan tangan yang lain dia memegang sarung tangan dan berkata "Bawa aku ke tempat Anda tinggal. Aku ingin melihat adikmu dan bertemu orang tuamu."
Orang berpakaian rapi adalah Dr Carlton Armstrong, ahli bedah terkenal. .mengkhususkan diri dalam memecahkan penyakit Georgi itu. Operasi dilakukannya tanpa biaya dan membutuhkan waktu yang tidak lama sebelum Georgi dapat kembali ke rumah dalam keadaan sehat.
Mommy dan Daddy dengan gembira berbicara tentang rantai peristiwa yang telah membawa mereka ke tempat ini. "Itu operasi," bisik Mama. "Ini seperti sebuah keajaiban Aku ingin tahu berapa banyak akan biaya."
Sally tersenyum. Dia tahu secara pasti berapa harga keajaiban ... satu dolar dan sebelas sen ... ditambah iman seorang anak kecil.
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