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There came a frantic knock at the doctor's office door. "Come in, Come in," the impatient doctor said.
In walked a frightened little girl, a child no more than nine. It was plain that she had troubles on her mind. "Oh doctor, I beg you, please come with me. My mother is surely dying, she's very sick."
"I don't make house calls, bring your mother here," said the doctor.
"But she's too sick, so you must come or I fear she will die," said the little one.
The doctor, touched by the child’s devotion, decided to go.
She led him to her house where her mother lay in bed. Her mother was so very sick she couldn't raise her head, but her eyes cried out for help. The doctor attended to her and realized that she would have died that very night had it not been for her kid.
The doctor got her fever down and she lived through the night and morning brought the signs that she would be all right. The doctor said he had to leave but would return again by two. And later just like he promised he came back to check.
The mother praised the doctor for all the things he'd done. He told her she would have died, were it not for her little one. "How proud you must be of your wonderful little girl. It was her pleading that made me come, she is really quite a darling!” said the doctor.
"But doctor, my daughter died over three years ago. Was she like the picture on the wall?”
The doctors legs went limp for the picture on the wall was the same little girl for whom he'd made this call.
The doctor stood motionless, for quite a little while. And then his solemn face was broken by his smile. He was thinking of that frantic knock heard at his office door and of the beautiful little angel that had walked across his floor.
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There came a frantic knock at the doctor's office door. "Come in, Come in," the impatient doctor said.
In walked a frightened little girl, a child no more than nine. It was plain that she had troubles on her mind. "Oh doctor, I beg you, please come with me. My mother is surely dying, she's very sick."
"I don't make house calls, bring your mother here," said the doctor.
"But she's too sick, so you must come or I fear she will die," said the little one.
The doctor, touched by the child’s devotion, decided to go.
She led him to her house where her mother lay in bed. Her mother was so very sick she couldn't raise her head, but her eyes cried out for help. The doctor attended to her and realized that she would have died that very night had it not been for her kid.
The doctor got her fever down and she lived through the night and morning brought the signs that she would be all right. The doctor said he had to leave but would return again by two. And later just like he promised he came back to check.
The mother praised the doctor for all the things he'd done. He told her she would have died, were it not for her little one. "How proud you must be of your wonderful little girl. It was her pleading that made me come, she is really quite a darling!” said the doctor.
"But doctor, my daughter died over three years ago. Was she like the picture on the wall?”
The doctors legs went limp for the picture on the wall was the same little girl for whom he'd made this call.
The doctor stood motionless, for quite a little while. And then his solemn face was broken by his smile. He was thinking of that frantic knock heard at his office door and of the beautiful little angel that had walked across his floor.
God gives miracles to those who believe
Courage to those who have faith
Hope to those who dream
And love to those who accept
If you believe in something
With all your heart and mind
You bring it to life
Courage to those who have faith
Hope to those who dream
And love to those who accept
If you believe in something
With all your heart and mind
You bring it to life
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