Issy and David friends fir many years always together
Every Sunday went fishing together
One Sunday the water got very rocky and turned over the boat.
David starts to swim to shore and hears Issy calling fir hell turns around sees Issy struggling to stay afloat
David remembers Issy doesn't know how to swim
He swims towards Issy and Issy starts going under and up
David says give me your hand Issy give me your hand ill save you
But he drowns
During shiva David is at the home if the widow
And she asks what happened that day
David tells over
She replies oy you should have given him your hand
Don't you know his entire life he never gave a thing
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Story: Buying a Miracle
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 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 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 who
managed to inspire a surgeon from Chicago to fulfill the purpose of all
creation: to give.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)