Junior high school composition "miracle"

Miracle price

Tess was sensible when she was eight years old. One day, she heard her parents talking about her brother Andrew. She only heard that her brother was very ill and had no money at home. They will move to an apartment building next month, because dad can't afford the medical expenses and the monthly payment of the house. Now my brother needs an expensive operation to save his life, but it seems that no one will lend them money. She heard her father sigh softly to her tearful mother in a desperate tone: "Now only a miracle can save him."

Tess went into her bedroom and dug out a glass jam jar from a hidden place in the closet. She poured out all the change in it, spread it on the floor and counted it carefully. Count it three times, and the result is the same. The total amount must be the same, and no mistakes can be made. She carefully put the coin back in the jar, screwed on the lid, and then slipped out the back door and walked to the drugstore six blocks away. There is a big red Indian chief sign on the door of the shop.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to meet her, but he was too busy at that time. Tess twisted her feet and rubbed them on the ground, making a loud noise, and no one paid attention to her. She cleared her throat with the most annoying voice, but it was useless.

Finally, she took out a quarter from the jar and patted it on the glass counter. It worked this time. "Oh, what do you want?" The pharmacist asked, "I am talking to my brother in Chicago." We haven't seen each other for years. " He just asked casually without waiting for Tess to answer him.

"Well, I want to tell you something about my brother," Tess replied in the same angry tone. "He is very, very sick ... so I want to buy a miracle."

"What did you say?" Asked the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew, and he has a bad thing in his head. Dad said that only a miracle can save him now. How many miracles are there? "

"Little girl, we don't sell miracles here. I'm very sorry, I can't help you. " The pharmacist said, her voice softened a little.

"You listen to me, I can afford the money. If it's not enough, I'll get it again. Tell me how much a miracle costs. "

The pharmacist's brother is well dressed. He bent down and asked the little girl, "What kind of miracle does your brother need?"

"I don't know," Tess's tears welled up. "I only know that he is very ill. Mom said he needed an operation, but dad couldn't afford it, so I wanted to use my own money. "

"How much money did you bring?" Asked the man from Chicago. "One dollar and eleven cents." Tess replied, her voice almost inaudible. "That's all I have now, but I can get it again if necessary."

"Wow, what a coincidence," the man said with a smile. "1 USD 1 1 cent is a miracle price for my brother."

With money in one hand and her hand in the other, he said, "Take me to your house. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. See if I have the miracle you need here. "

This well-dressed man named Carlton Armstrong is a neurosurgeon. He operated on Andrew for free, and Andrew soon recovered and went home.

Afterwards, Tess's parents talked happily about the past, and that series of events made them what they are today. "The operation that day," her mother whispered, "was a miracle. I wonder how much it will cost. "

Tess smiled. She knows the exact price of a miracle-one dollar and eleven cents, plus a child's persistent belief.

You are your own miracle.

There is a story: a slate is lying on the ground, and water drops are dripping from it. When the grass next to it saw it, it kindly reminded the slate and said, "Brother Slate, please hurry up, the water drops will open a hole in you." Slate laughed and said contemptuously, "Can you hurt me with him?" Let me see what he can do. "The grass stopped talking, because he knew that time would prove everything. Time flies, slate woke up and looked at himself, suddenly exclaiming, and the grass next to him looked at him and immediately understood what was going on. The grass said meaningfully to the slate, "Although the water droplets are small, they will only happen if they persist day and night.". ".

Drops of water pierce the stone not by strength, but by staying up all night. He relies on a spirit, a spirit of perseverance, perseverance and single-mindedness. Drops of water wear through the stone, which is really intriguing. Who can knock day after day, year after year, and finally resolve the boulder? Shuizhu's self-confidence, courage and perseverance are all his precious things. In fact, as long as many things persist, there will be miracles. Send you a message from Ma Yun: "Today is cruel, and tomorrow will be even more cruel, but the day after tomorrow is really beautiful, but most people will die tomorrow night and will not see the sun the day after tomorrow." This shows that it is difficult to persist in everything. What is important is persistence, and it is persistence! When we complain about why the scenery we pursue is always mountains and rivers, but we can't see a bright future and start to shrink back, we must let the word persistence take root in our hearts and tell ourselves loudly that there will be a miracle in the next turn. As long as we have the same persistence and tenacity, all suffering is just an ornament of your success.

Yu, CEO of New Oriental, once said: There are two ways to live. The first way is to live like grass. Although you are alive and growing every year, you are a grass after all; You absorb rain, dew and sunshine, but you don't grow. People can step on you, and they won't suffer because of your pain; People won't pity you for being trampled on, because people didn't see you with their own eyes. Therefore, each of us should grow like a tree. Even if we are nothing now, as long as you have the seeds of trees, even if you are trampled in the middle of the soil, you can still absorb the nutrients of the soil and grow on your own. Maybe you won't grow up in two or three years, but in ten, eight and twenty years, you will grow into a towering tree. When you grow into a towering tree, people can see you from far away. Come near you, you can give people a shade, you can help others. Even after people leave you, looking back, you are still a beautiful scenic line on the horizon.

In fact, each of us is like a series, which will not end until the end of your life. A unique story is staged every day. In the play, we should be not only actors, but also directors. Whether it is a tragedy or a comedy depends entirely on us. Just like a slogan of the League of Nations, you are the root of everything. Everyone is unique in the world, but not everyone can dance on the stage of life at birth. After experiencing those unknown pains, you will find that as long as you believe, miracles will exist, and you have to believe that you are your greatest miracle.