Two weeks ago, I wrote a post about my experience with a group of 3-year-olds and how I managed to convince them (it was not a hard work at all and it was a lot of fun) that they had magic in their little hands. It was magic that from that moment on, those young kids used their small hands to comfort each other and felt very powerful.
I remember a childhood story about a teacher who wanted to make her young students happy by planting a “bubble gum bush”. She planted some bubble gum wrappers with the kids and when they came two weeks after, they found a small bush with bubble gum hanging from its branches.
I talked a lot about this story with other teachers. We wondered whether those kids would have felt betrayed or if they would have felt the love and happiness she wanted to give them.
Let me tell you when it came to my turn with the seeds and my kids’ magic hands making them grow, the look on their faces as they watched the seeds grow was worth the risk for me.
There is a wonderful story of a young girl who believed in miracles and I thought it was a good idea to bring it here and give you the opportunity to read it too.
A miracle for a dollar and eleven cents
A little girl named Tess went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank 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 piggy bank 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 that 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 neurosurgery. 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 – a dollar and eleven cents … plus the faith of a little child.
Kids are in our world to carry the magic and spread their magic powder on everyone around them – they do it effortlessly, they only need to believe.
I believe in miracles. Do you?
Ronit
This is not a true story. Apparently there is not specialist named Dr. Carlton Armstrong.
As a fundamental Christian, this disturbs me that we pass off these stories as true and they quickly pass from computer to computer. It reminds me of the bubble gum bush. Is it okay to be deceptive if it’s “nice”?
Dear Perry,
That’s the whole idea with children, in their world, being true/ not true does not exist. They believe everything you tell them, so tell them things that will make them happy and confident, kind and compassionate, caring and successful. ,
It’ll be a good idea for you to read a true experience on :
http://www.ronitbaras.com/focus-on-the-family/kids-children/magic-in-little-hands/#.UwU3L_mSxOw
It is true, because I experienced it with a group of 3 year old kids.
True or not is a perception.
Reality is a perception.
If bad things pass from computer to another computer and they are true, are they better for us?
Your question, why pass information that is not true to our kids?
My question is : if it makes them happy and believe in themselves, why not?
May the force be with you!
Ronit
Thanks Tina,
I think so too.
I told this story so many times that I thought it is time to publish it here for everyone to enjoy.
I am glad you liked it.
love
Ronit
http://www.behappyinlife.com
Its a beautiful story…. just beautiful…