359 – Another Monday Already?

Seems like Monday came too quickly this week.

It was a busy weekend, we went to a cruise night in the Vette on Friday night as it was gorgeous out, then Saturday a car show downtown in our town, plus some getting together with friends.

Sunday, my daughter and I went to see my mom as we always do, then ran a few errands and came back home where she gave me her Fathers Day Present, a nice Corvette shirt and hat I’d been wanting. I got to see my son for about an hour when he got out of work at 4pm, then he had to go out.

My wife made me a very special dinner, a new recipe of stuffed chicken leg that was absolutely delicious! At some point, I’ll put it up on my recipe website.

On to something funny (From my friend Mike H):

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 askedin 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 don't 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'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.'

'How much do you have?' asked the man fromChicago .

'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audible.

'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.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law,  but the operation of a higher law.

Have a wonderful Monday all…!