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REBLOG PLEASE!  I am asking the Tumblr community, particularly those I follow and those who follow me, to REBLOG.  Brooks Maguire has put out a casting call for his new song and I am trying to get as much support for my good friend as possible.  WHY?  See my review HERE and you’ll get an idea of the quality of his character and links to hear his incredible talent.

Here is Brooks’ casting call:  ”This is an open casting call for individuals, groups, ANYONE to submit clips of themselves singing or lip syncing to the song, “MAUI” from my CD, “The Road I Never Chose” for inclusion in a music video for the song! For reference, you can hear the clip of the song at www.brooksmaguire.com Send your submissions to brooks@brooksmaguire.com and be a part of the next viral video!!”

Thanks and have fun putting your video clip together!!!

Rick

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

The Price of a Miracle

Sally was only eight years old when she heard Mommy and Daddy 
talking about  her little brother, Georgi.  He was very sick 
and they had done everything they could afford to save his life.  
Only a very expensive surgery could help him now and that was 
out of the financial question. She heard Daddy say it with a 
whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."

Sally went to her bedroom and pulled her piggybank from its 
hiding place in the closet. She shook all the change out on 
the floor and counted it carefully. Three times. The total had 
to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Tying the coins up in a cold-weather-kerchief, she slipped out 
of the apartment and made her way to the corner drug store. 
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her attention... 
but he was too busy talking to another man to be bothered by 
an eight-year-old. Sally twisted her feet to make a scuffing 
noise. She cleared her throat. No good. Finally she took a 
quarter from its hiding place 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."  

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,"  Sally answered 
back in the same annoyed tone. 
"He's sick . . . and I want to buy a miracle."  

"I beg your pardon," said the pharmacist.  

"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 can't help you."  

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. Just tell me how 
much it costs."

The well-dressed man stooped down and asked, "What kind of a 
miracle does you brother need?"  

"I don't know," Sally answered.  A tear started down her cheek.  
"I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an 
operation. But my folks can't pay for it . . . so I have my 
money."  

"How much do you have?" asked the well-dressed man.  

"A dollar and eleven cents," Sally answered proudly.  
"And it's all the money I have in the world."

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the well-dressed man.  
"A dollar and eleven cents . . . the exact price of a miracle 
to save a little brother." 
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."

That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, renowned 
surgeon, specializing in solving Georgi's malady. The operation 
was completed, without charge and it wasn't long until Georgi 
was home again and doing well.

Mommy and Daddy were happily talking about the chain of events 
that had led them to this place. "That surgery," Mommy whispered.  
"It's like a miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

Sally smiled to herself.  She knew exactly how much a miracle 
cost... one dollar and eleven cents... plus the faith of a 
little child.

 ~Author Unknown~

REBLOG PLEASE!  I am asking the Tumblr community, particularly those I follow and those who follow me, to REBLOG.  Brooks Maguire has put out a casting call for his new song and I am trying to get as much support for my good friend as possible.  WHY?  See my review HERE and you’ll get an idea of the quality of his character and links to hear his incredible talent.

Here is Brooks’ casting call:  ”This is an open casting call for individuals, groups, ANYONE to submit clips of themselves singing or lip syncing to the song, “MAUI” from my CD, “The Road I Never Chose” for inclusion in a music video for the song! For reference, you can hear the clip of the song at www.brooksmaguire.com Send your submissions to brooks@brooksmaguire.com and be a part of the next viral video!!”

Thanks and have fun putting your video clip together!!!

Rick

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)

If I had my Life to Live Over
by Erma Bombeck
(Written after she found out she was dying from cancer.)

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending 
the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there 
for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before 
it melted in storage. I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet 
was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and 
worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light 
a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather/grandmother
ramble about his/her youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my 
husband/wife.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a 
summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried 
about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television 
and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, 
wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have 
cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing
inside me was the only chance in life to assist G-d in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, 
"Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every 
minute...look at it and really see it ... live it ... and never 
give it back.