... The Miracle Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard ... 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. ...

... A Miracle Of Miracles: Realizing An Impossible Dream" So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable" Christopher Reeve Recently, for the first time in 5 years I simply went out back, put my cane down, and started walking. I made it 42 yards. Today I walked 5 miles. My medical team had said this would be impossible. My brain ... no longer send the signals for walking because those nerves in my spinal cord had been destroyed. Though certainly unintentional, my doctors did take something very important away from me: hope. A while back, a psychologist pal of mine urged me to try to help myself. I was angry. I said," They're four of Boston's leading neurologists. They all said I'd never get any better"" They could have all been wrong"" They said there's nothing I ...

... ," but we have no" Then my eye caught sight of the lay-away shelf with its lone package." Wait a minute ," I told the boys. I walked over, picked up the package, unwrapped it and, miracle of miracles, there was a pair of skates! Jimmy reached for them. Lord, let them be his size. And miracle added upon miracle, they were his size. The older boy presented the dollars to me." No ... I told him," I want you to have these skates, and I want you to use your money to get some gloves" The boys just blinked at first. Then their eyes became like saucers, and their grins stretched wide when they understood I was giving them the skates. What I saw in Jimmy's eyes was a blessing. It was pure joy, and it was beautiful. My spirits rose. We walked out together, and as I locked the door ...

... saw me thought I won the lottery. When I explained the movie to them they laughed at me. I suddenly lost my enthusiasm. But this is significant. You may have heard about Jesus and the loaves and fish. Great miracle! Terrific story. Here's the part I never paid attention to. The boy. Did you ever think about the boy? What boy? See, it isn't just me. It is mentioned that the five loaves and two fish were ... promise. The boy was really as important to this miracle as anyone. You might say that all he did was bring lunch. Yes! That's true. But that small thing played a big part in one of the best known miracles in the Bible. What's the point here? You! If you feel so small and insignificant in life and struggle to see any important gift that God has given you, then wake up! That small boy went to see Jesus and ...

... you. It seemed so unfair though. I couldn't believe that you'd given me this child as part of" the plan" I was sure you'd made a horrendous mistake and I'm sure you got pretty tired of me begging for a miracle in one breath and then turning around and saying all those mean things about you in the next breath. I'm truly sorry. I thought my view of the whole situation was right and yours was wrong. I doubted your wisdom, and ... and that I'm still going to need a little help, (and since I've apologized so nicely) could you give me a small miracle and make my little girl see? Well, if you can't, I guess I understand. Miracles might be in short supply today, but just for the record thanks again for letting me see. Amen. Pat Linkhorn is the mother of two daughters with disabilities. Kimberly is 17 and has Autism and Krystal is 15 and is blind ...

... we loved him, would miss him and that one day we would all be together in heaven. I woke up this morning realizing that we had actually experienced two miracles in our lives, Tony being cured of epilepsy, and the miracle of our little guardian angel who watched over him all those years. He was a true friend and we will miss him. Addendum-Luke 4: 10 (GNB)" For the scripture says, 'God will order His angels to ... his final sleep. We held him as he died and told him we loved him, would miss him and that one day we would all be together in heaven. I woke up this morning realizing that we had actually experienced two miracles in our lives, Tony being cured of epilepsy, and the miracle of our little guardian angel who watched over him all those years. He was a true friend and we will miss him. Addendum-Luke 4: 10 (GNB ...

... filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon. we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of ... other drops. and more drops. and more. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, Himself, was weeping with pride. Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. That miracles don't really happen. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that. I'm not even going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm. just like the ...

... One Miracle" Boy, I could really use a miracle right now !" he said. I was having breakfast at a local restaurant when I overheard two men talking. I thought about how many times I've said that. It then lead me to this question:" What if God gave me one miracle ?" Not one that I asked for, but one that was given to me to do what I wanted. One miracle that could change the world. One miracle that could save lives. One miracle that could bring joy into the lives of people all around me. One miracle that could comfort the sick, heal a broken heart, empower others to rise above their own challenges. One miracle that could. go ahead name it. What if you woke up one day and this revelation came to you that you held the power of using one miracle to impact the world in such a unique way as to leave a lasting and forever ...

... The Year of My Christmas Miracle I had smoked ever since I was twelve and by the time I was sixteen, I was given permission to smoke in the house. In those days we had no idea of the dangers of smoking. I am one of those people who does things all the way and so, when I smoked, I really smoked and that meant it was about two packs a day, non-stop, that I was smoking for most of my life. When I was in my late thirties, I got pregnant and had my two youngest children one right after the other. When I was in my forties I got Breast Cancer and had a mastectomy. The first thing I wanted after my surgery was a cigarette and during my entire stay in the hospital I spent much of my time going downstairs and outside for cigarettes. I went through eight and a half grueling months of chemotherapy and I still didn't quit smoking. When ...

... in my arms" Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her. Keep on singing, Michael." You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away" Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows. Funeral plans are scrapped. The next, day-the very next day-the little girl is well enough to go home! Woman's Day magazine called it" the miracle of a brother's song" The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love. A few weeks later, Michael's little sister was baptized at the Panther Creek Church. If you were planning that service, what song would you select? Who would you have sing it? Would you ask the congregation to sing along? I talked to Tennessee Pastor G. Steve Sallee, who first shared the story with Leonard Sweet, who published an ...

... Let A Miracle Happen" There's a new student waiting in your room ," my principal announced, hurrying past me on the stairs." Name's Mary. I need to talk to you about her. Stop in the office later" I nodded and glanced down at the packs of pink, red and white paper, and the jars of paste and boxes of scissors I held in my arms." Fine ," I said." I've just come from the supply room. We're making valentine envelopes this morning. It'll be a good way for her to get acquainted" This was my third year of teaching fourth-graders, but I was already aware how much they loved Valentine's Day (now just a week away ), and making these bright containers to tape to the fronts of their desks was a favorite activity. Mary would surely be caught up in the excitement and be chatting cheerfully with new friends before the project was finished. Humming to myself, ...

... The Miracle of Spring" In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt"~Margaret Atwood~There ’ s nothing quite like the fragrance of the earth on a warm Spring day when plants begin to blossom. It is the time of year when many trees and shrubs look as if they are most certainly dead but then suddenly they spring to life. It is the miracle of Spring. We begin watching for signs of Spring even as early as February 2nd when we look to see if the groundhog sees his shadow, and we hope he doesn ’ t because the legend says that if he does, he will be frightened back into his den and we will experience yet another six weeks of winter. I thought maybe any old groundhog would do for the shadow test but according to the inner circle in Punxsutawney, PA. any ground hog other than Phil are simply weather predicting imposters. The word ...

... alive. I need you to live" From January until early spring I made sure that our tree's root ball never dried out. She even seemed to flourish. Then the needles began to drop. Hastily, my husband dug a huge hole in our back yard. Into the ground, with a mixture of perfect soil, went our little tree, along with all of my hopes and dreams. Was it too late? Was she dead? Would, by some miracle, she grow? The spring weather was raw and I could not visit her often. Each day, with more and more branches devoid of needles, our hopes flagged. We agreed that we would give her until fall. If no new growth appeared, our little tree would be pulled from the ground. My heart was heavy, as I approached my own retirement. Perhaps I was like that little tree. Maybe I was finished. I felt like all the hope ...

... The Gold And Ivory Tablecloth At Christmas time men and women everywhere gather in their churches to wonder anew at the greatest miracle the world has ever known. But the story I like best to recall was not a miracle -not exactly. It happened to a pastor who was very young. His church was very old. Once, long ago, it had flourished. Famous men had preached from its pulpit, prayed before its altar. Rich and poor alike had worshipped there and built it beautifully. Now the good days had passed from the section of town where it stood. But the pastor and his young wife believed in their run-down church. They felt that with paint, hammer, and faith they could get it in shape. Together they went to work. But late in December a severe storm whipped through the river valley, and the worst blow fell on the little church-a huge chunk of rain-soaked plaster fell out of the inside ...

... home barefooted in their shirts and trousers, glad to be alive. Approximately 25 years later when Mr. Burris was the pastor of a church in Ohio, he and his wife attended a lecture with slides presented by a missionary to South China. Among the slides shown was a picture of the very place in which he had been robbed by the bandits" Now ," the missionary said ," we come to the most important slide in my collection. I call it The Miracle Church" The picture on the screen showed a large rough empty building" This is The Miracle Church ," the missionary continued ," Because no one knows who started it, or how, every Sunday, 400 people attend, each with a copy of The New Testament in Chinese. No one knows were they got these New Testaments. So far as is known, no missionary or distributor ever went into these mountains which are infested with bandits and robbers. Yet today, the ...

... in the hospital as I witnessed my first grandchild being born I can't help but remember the sounds of her very first cries that blended with the happy sobs of the new mommy-my own baby-and I knew that I would keep that memory in my heart forever. Even as I write this, the tears still fall so easily, especially as the last line of George Strait's song continues to touch my soul." My brand new baby girl, she's a miracle. I saw God today" I am now the mother of a mother and I hear that nothing in life is as special or fulfilling. As Katie cradles her in her arms I see Avery attempt to focus as she looks right into her mommy's eyes. I am so proud and elated to see my daughter in this new role. I can't help but notice that Avery cuddles up in the crook of her mother's neck the same way Katie use to cuddle in mine. ...

... The Night The Animals Talked In the frosty mountains and on the snowy fields of Norway, there is a legend that draws children to all kinds to stables and stalls throughout the country on each Christmas Eve night. They are hoping to hear a miracle. They are waiting to hear the animals talk. Over 2, 000 years ago, Jesus was born in a stable in Bethlehem. This was no abandoned place, but was a working stable, filled with animals of all kinds. Into these humble surroundings, encircled by the innocent creatures of God, the Savior of man came into the world. Now according to legend, at least, Christ's birth occurred at exactly midnight. Inside the stable, the animals watched in wonder as the new-born babe was lovingly wrapped in swaddling clothes and placed in a manger. Suddenly, God gave voice to the animals and immediately they began to praise God for the miracle they had just seen. This went ...

... the tree had stood for generations and had bloomed for generations at Christmas time. For some reason it had survived the fire that had engulfed the marketplace. I remembered how the nectar from this beautiful flower had always attracted insects making them drowsy enough to fall to the ground to become food for crows and lizards. We were surprised that the fire the soldiers started to burn the marketplace and the village did not destroy the" Fire on the Mountain" tree. What a miracle it was. Grandmother told us that it was almost Christmas because the flower was blooming. As far as she could remember this only occurred at Christmas time. My spirits were lifted perhaps for a few minutes as I saw the flower. Soon I became sad again. How could Christmas come without my parents and my village? How could this be Christmas time when we celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace, because since April we have not known any peace, only ...

... Searching for Miracles Before God spoke the universe into existence He knew my name. Before He created the atmosphere He held me in His heart. Before He created the oceans, the land, the plants and creeping things, He chose the color of my hair. Before He created the animals and before He created the first man, He loved me. He placed within Adam ’ s body all of the DNA of every human being who would ever walk the earth, and within him he placed the color of my eyes. Before He knit me together within my mother ’ s womb, he cherished the sound of my laugh. Before I shed my first tear he felt my pain. Before my sin, my sorrow, and my stubborn disobedience, he chose to carry them to the Cross. He hung there His blood pouring out … for me. Why he chose to do this I cannot comprehend. God wanted me to be his ...

... corn ripe and ready for picking are almost near enough to touch. Barefoot children play in farmyards and run through fields ripe with the colors of the rainbow. Red tomatoes, orange carrots, yellow squash, blueberries, green beans and purple eggplant, all so fragrant and flavorful. Sights fill our eyes with color and our nostrils with the smells of anticipation. They are filling us with yearnings for tempting treats to tease our palates with every taste. Another mile, another miracle. A cow and her calf, a ewe and her lamb and a mare with her colt. Babies struggling to stand on new wobbly legs, stretching up to nurse. Some are older and stronger so they play chasing butterflies and each other through fields filled with daises, buttercups and buzzing bees. Over a hill there is surprising, eye-catching splendor of an orchard. The tree limbs bent low heavy with the tart, tangy apples ready to be picked to pucker and please ...

... . At restaurants, waiters snicker at the opposite condiments on the exact same food. Baked potatoes-him-butter only. Baked potatoes-me-loaded with everything but the kitchen sink. Try Chinese-only if you drag him kicking and screaming and yet I despise his beloved place for tacos with a passion. Then there are movies-war movies are not my thing and he hates my romantic stuff, although we do agree on most sci-fi series (a miracle to some degree). But the little things like that I can handle and I guess after all these years, he's learned to tolerate my 'weird ' taste. The thing that drives him berserk is to be an hour down the road on vacation and hear me moan" I don't think I turned the iron off !" Once upon hearing my terror, he casually reached behind the seat pulling the iron out of its hiding place. It has taken several years of intense training ...

... shared a hearty meal with us. We had plenty to eat. We even had enough food left over for the evening meal. That afternoon, when I had time to think about what had happened, I imagined a home, not far from where I lived. There was a mother and a father and six children sitting around the kitchen table, laughing and rejoicing. They enjoyed the same meal that our family had shared together that day. Then I realized that miracles happen when we step out in faith and in steps God. For with us, some things are impossible. But with God, all things are possible.~Nancy B. Gibbs~Daiseydood @aol.com Nancy is an author, a religion columnist, and an inspirational speaker. She speaks at many women and senior events. Nancy's newest book, Under the Mistletoe, consists of 25 Christmas Love Stories-one to read every day from December 1st to December 25th. You ...

... ’ blood kin, His cousin. Jesus needed some time alone to grieve and pray. He went to a deserted place, no doubt hoping for respite from earthly demands. But the multitudes found out where He was and followed Him. Jesus ’ heart was so big that when He looked on the crowd, He sensed their individual needs and was moved with compassion for them. He set aside His own hurt and ministered to the people. Not only did He perform miracles of healing, He also tended to their most basic needs and fed them (Matthew 14). What does this teach me? Somehow it seems easier to lay aside my personal burdens and concentrate on someone else ’ s need when the situation calls for spiritual help, maybe a prayer or a shared scripture verse. That includes the emotional needs of a hurting soul which require a word of encouragement or a hug. I must act when I see someone who is hungry, ...

... surrounded by animals. When he was a young man his Mother, Mary, had to allow him to do his own thing, and let go. Thinking him lost in a crowd one day she found him teaching at a temple and when she questioned what he was doing, he told her he was doing his Father ’ s business. Although quite young, she had to let go. His 33 years of life on earth was consumed with teaching, preaching and miracles. On a dark Friday, the babe born to Mary gave the world His greatest gift. He was taken by Roman soldiers to a wooden cross; where he was nailed and tortured, spit upon and left to die; and yet spoke these words, “ Father, forgive them, they know not what they do ” Friday was a dark day, a day of weeping for Christ ’ s followers, but on Sunday morning, the sun shone and the tomb that ...

... approach him. You know who you are, a good for nothing blind man" During the evening he heard a group of people singing," Hosanna" meaning the kingdom of God is at hand. Now he became very curious," Why do they sing about the Kingdom of God "? He shouted. Another man near by said," Don't you know about JESUS the son of David. He claims to be the Son of the living God and he does miracles. People surround him all the time. Today he is visiting our church which they feel as a great honor"." Can I meet him "? Asked he." May be or may be not for I am trying to see him for months" The crowd became restless and he heard the people shouting" JESUS, JESUS". The blind man was at the back of the courtyard and was able to know only through the comments of the people nearby, one ...

... , then purposefully taking action. The" knowing" is the small voice you hear deep within that gives direction. It sparks the dreams and softens the indignant blows that life throws at us. It is the spirit of our being connected to the Great Power. It never goes away although many spend a lifetime trying to block it out." Believing" comes once we have accepted that self esteem is not an ego trip but a verification that you are a living miracle created by God. Although we are all capable of grand accomplishments that can change the world, we all succeed at various levels none less important than the next. Some listen more intently to the voice and act upon those beliefs. Others cautiously follow taking life step by step. Even those who do not heed the call serve a purpose. They often serve as the best friend, the parent, the neighbor who ignites the spark in others bound for greater goals. In ...

... I could just talk to you, you could help me. I knew that was impossible because I didn't know how to reach you, I didn't know anyone who could help me find you. Then some numbers came to my mind, and I scribbled them down" At this point she began weeping again, and I prayed silently for wisdom to help her. She continued," I looked at the numbers and thought, 'Wouldn't it be wonderful if I had a miracle from God, and He has given me Ken's phone number? ' I decided to try calling it. I can't believe I'm talking to you. Are you in your office in California ?" I replied," Lady, I don't have an office in California. My office is in Yakima, Washington" A little surprised, she asked," Oh really, then where are you ?"" Don't you know ?" I responded." You made the call" She explained ...

... As they sped toward Iowa City, storm clouds suddenly popped up. They increased their speed, racing toward Iowa City. With every passing moment the sky became more threatening. They found a hotel and quickly checked in. The minute they shut the door behind them, the storm struck with fury. Raging winds threw tree limbs across the road. The storm was so strong that the electricity went out for 2-1 / 2 hours. Escaping the storm's fury seemed like a miracle. Looking back, Dean believes the woman who warned them and then disappeared must have been an angel.~Grace Housholder~< graceh at kpcnews.net >Grace is the editor of Kidwarmers. She loves collecting short stories about the funny things kids say. Her main Web sites are: kpcnews.com. fwfamily.com. funnykids.com Please take a minute to let Grace know what you think of her story:? subject = SkyWriting.Net-Escaping The Storm "> Grace Housholder [by: Grace Housholder ...

... . This time the battle was Lymphoma and once again I had reached for the warmth and strained for the light. Light that only God could give. As He gently guided and I often resisted, His love continued. Everywhere I look this morning I see what is truly a gift from God. I will never again take life for granted. God is in His Heaven and that can make all right with the world. Yes, each day brings its own priceless miracle-the renewal of life and a promise of tomorrow.~Dorothy Casper~Copyright 2007 blueprint4living @netzero.com Many years ago my favorite teacher stressed the importance of each of us students to recognize that we should each make worthwhile contributions in our lives which did not require finances. About 20 years later I found myself facing the biggest challenge of my life-breast cancer. During my treatment session my oncologist suggested I write a book to place in the waiting room-to help ...

... own, a big beautiful eagle. She was ready to live. I was just about in tears by then. That was a very good day. We knew she could never fly, so the director asked me to glove train her. I got her used to the glove, and then to jesses, and we started doing education programs for schools in western Washington. We wound up in the newspapers, radio (believe it or not) and some TV. Miracle Pets even did a show about us. In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with non-hodgkins lymphoma. I had stage 3, which is not good (one major organ plus everywhere ), so I wound up doing 8 months of chemo. Lost the hair-the whole bit. I missed a lot of work. When I felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would also come to me in my dreams and ...

... was holding cracked further. He became so excited that he nearly dropped it. And then it was Don's turn to become excited, except that Don was a rather stoical child, and kept his emotions bottled up. He just stood there, holding his egg, with the broadest smile I had ever seen on his face. I placed a towel on the table, and advised the boys to set their eggs carefully on it, so that we all could watch this miracle taking place. All twenty eyes (mine included) were glued to the action for the next fifteen minutes or so, as the two little chicks worked their way into the world. It was while these little peepers were busy entering their new world that I announced to the children that there would be only these two chicks. The other eggs had not developed. But the excited boys didn't seem to care. They were instant parents. And were they ever! Those chicks ...

... a voice reminiscent of Sylvester Stallone. A group of us guys gathered around the basketball hoop on the playground. The basketball was thrown skyward and a few of them even hit the backboard. I was probably the smallest kid in class and I had never actually gotten the ball before-ever. In my school, the unwritten rule was that if you got the ball when it fell back to the ground then you got to shoot it. This was a day of miracles. The ball fell my direction and for the first time in my school career, I was going to shoot a basketball-or was I." Give me the ball ," a deep husky voice said as a shadow fell across my face." Uh, I just wanted to throw the ball" My reply sounded vaguely like Jerry Lewis in" The Nutty Professor"." I said, GIVE ME THE BALL ," the voice replied with a thinly veiled threat behind ...

... variety of flower seeds that day. I understand that the zinnia seeds will produce zinnias. The morning glory seeds will produce morning glories. Likewise, if I plant happiness in my daily life, low and behold, I will find joy in everything I do. If I plant negative thoughts inside my heart, I will only grow more discontented with each passing day. Whatever is planted inside my heart will grow. If we plant seeds of hope, we can expect miracles. When we plant seeds of passion, love will come back to us. The Bible tells us that without faith we cannot possibly please God. Shouldn't we all plant seeds of faith? And if we plant seeds of determination, there is absolutely nothing that can stop us from being the persons God created us to be. When God is pleased with us, our blessings multiply much like the blooms produced from a tiny seed. In the next few days and weeks, ...

... If we all take it to heart, we can turn this world towards Christ once again. Have a great day !** THE POWER OF PRAYER-as the above true story clearly illustrates," with God all things are possible" and more importantly, how God hears and answers the prayers of the faithful. After you read this, please pause and give God thanks for the beautiful gift of your faith, for the powerful gift of prayer, and for the many miracles He works in your own daily life. and then pass it on. [Original source unknown-from Denial] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... will see the value in what appears to be weeds? We can celebrate the first one to cross the finish line, but who will see the magnificent effort of the one who finished last? You can stand in awe of the master architects who built the Taj Mahal but who is moved by the maintenance workers who clean and shine it daily? You can climb to the top of a mountain and pound your chest for having accomplished the feat. But who sees the miracle in the creation of both you and the mountain? Yes, you are a total summation of all you believe, all you choose to see and all you don't. Maybe God really gives us just one day to live, but many chances to see it differently. What have you been missing?~Bob Perks~2believe @comcast.net [by: Bob Perks Copyright 2007 (2believe @comcast.net)-{ used with permission}] Inspirational Stories SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... , I probably wasn ’ t much help. But once the sack rested on the lawn, she promptly emptied the dry clumps of dahlia tubers onto the grass. Wrinkled and gnarled like witches fingers and dirty ones at that, the tubers didn ’ t look like they ’ d be flowers some day to me. But the dahlias knew. Purplish sprouts along the top of the shriveled tubers-sort of like what happens on potatoes in the spring-foretold of the miracle contained within. The sleepy Rip van Winkle tubers knew it was time to rise and shine. Grammie had a knack for growing a plethora of flowers, but dahlias were her specialty. She grew the most beautiful dahlias of all the grandmothers on Beals Island. Her dahlia plants were huge. Quite possibly taller than my grandmother, who wasn ’ t quite five feet tall, even in her black grammie shoes. The dahlia flowers themselves were huge and every color of the rainbow ...

... eyes." How can I ever thank you ," he said." Don't thank me ," the woman answered." To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus. He led me to you" Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways." Thank you for all your help, officer ," she said." On the contrary, Ms. Eddy ," he answered." Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And. And thank you for the coffee" She frowned." I forgot to ask you whether you used cream or sugar. That's black" The officer looked at the steaming cup of coffee in his hand." Yes, I do take cream and sugar-perhaps more sugar than is good for me" He patted his ample stomach." I'm sorry ," she said." I don't need it now ," he ...

... and asked if he was sending money for them. He told me that these were tough times. The boys will have suck it up. I'm not sending money. They'll get over it" She began to cry harder." I don't know what to do. They're teenagers and will understand, but it breaks my heart that they won't have anything this year" The lady hugged her co-worker." I'm sure everything will work out. It's Christmas. Believe in miracles" That evening, she sat with her husband and told him about her co-worker's situation." Hun, I know we don't have much to help, but I'd like to get her a gift card from Walmart or something. Maybe fifty or a hundred dollars. We'll just get ourselves less this year. Last year we couldn't afford to buy anything for ourselves and still had a wonderful Christmas. It's the giving that counts" She paused and looked at her husband." ...