Here we are again folks with episode 19 of Soup ta Nuts. In this episode I’m gonna share a real life story about tryin to park in my garage in the snow belt I live in, along with a good feeling uplifting story about a one dollar and eleven cents miracle along with some we little things for you to get a chuckle.

We’ll start with a beautiful upliftin story I read and thought I’d like to share with you  about a  miracle of one dollar and eleven cents and the faith of a child.

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hidin 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 placin the coins back in the jar and twistin on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.

Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothin. She cleared her throat with the most disgustin 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 talkin 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 growin 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, softenin 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 audible. “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 a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. 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 dollar and eleven the faith of a little child.


I can’t top that one, but I can get you to imagine my dilemma with parking my car in a storm while living in a snow belt. You know my life is  such a cuffuddle folks.  Of course you know I live in the snow belt in Ontario Canada.

Well maybe it’s not quite the snow belt of Canada considering I live in southwestern Ontario and not up in the far frozen north. But then I guess they are prepared for all of that. This comfy cozy lady is not!  So far it has been a nice winter but January  has got revenge! 

  Snowfall after snowfall and no end in sight.  I have this long, narrow, uphill driveway to back my car into. And btw I back in case I need a boost to the battery I mean.   Any skiff of snow causes me to careen every which way backing up the drive.  One little movement to either side causes my tires to sing music as they scrape along the cemented curbs going up each side. 

Mercy I don’t know why these curbs aren’t flexible like my tires.  That would save me one pile of money from continuously buying new tires due to the fact my tires sure are made to be flexible and they do get a wee bit of skin taken off each time they are hit. They should make tires that grow new skin in such cases, you know like your body. I must make a note to send that idea to the manufacturers.

  Anyway enough of that. I went out the other morning to get a few supplies to stock up for another impending winter storm.  I thought I would stockpile, so I wouldn’t have to go out for a few days.

There was not a drop of snow when I left and I knew I could get home in a jiffy in case it started as I didn’t have too far to go.  Well as usual I met up with my best friend Pheenie at the grocery store and we got to talking. 

We were having a hoot with all the gossip and complaining we had to do to play catch up as we hadn’t seen each other for awhile.  Really it seemed I was only talking for a few minutes, but by the time we said our goodbyes and I got my stockpile it was a blizzard outside.

 Now, I am not the best driver in the best of times, but my old ticker was a pumpin fantasizing about the ride I was gonna have driving backwards up that drat of a driveway. 

  I arrived home and got my car rear manoeuvred and pointed upward in the right direction. I could barely see those darn curbs so that I could judge where I was.  I gave the gas pedal a good goose to get going and part way up, I started to fishtale and could get no further.  Down I skidded onto the road.  Luckily no other car was trying to get through.


I drove into the neighbour’s drive across the road thinking I could get a good backwards run at it.  I gunned it and away I went.  I got goin good and somehow jumped the curb and landed in on what I think was the lawn. 

Somehow I think someone above heard my cursing cries for help cause just then I rammed into the snow fence just above the curb and was bounced back into the drive still going backwards as my foot remained plastered to the floor.

  Folks I do have a garage and had planned to put my car in there to save her from being covered in that cold, cold snow and swirling wind.  Well at the rate I was jetting from off the fence I knew I had to somehow stop before I took the garage door off. I remembered that I couldn’t slam on the breaks.

  I finally, with some brake pumping, and taking my foot off the gas, came to a stop just inches in front of the garage door.  I sat there and caught my breath and when you get to my age you need to take more time just to get a gasp in and out. 

  That was it, I grabbed my goodies and edgin my way in the blowin blizzard heading towards where I remembered was the back door of the house.  By memory I found it and after feeling around for the lock, stuck the key and in I stumbled in. I must have looked like a someone tryin to burglarize the house disguised as a snowman whoops snowlady. 

  Here I sit my friends, restin my frightened and thankful bones.  I will apologize to my car when I find her, for leavin her stranded outside, but for now I’m gonna make myself somethin a little stronger than a tea.  And how are you farin with the snow. 


And now some things to make you ponder.

Class War At Its Best.
The folks who are getting the free stuff don’t like the folks who are paying for the free stuff, because the folks who are paying for the free stuff can no longer afford to pay for both the free stuff and their own stuff.
And the folks who are paying for the free stuff want the free stuff to stop.
And the folks who are getting the free stuff want even more free stuff on top of the free stuff they are already getting
Now…The people who are forcing the people who pay for the free stuff have told the people who are RECEIVING the free stuff that the people who are PAYING for the free stuff are being mean, prejudiced, and racist.

So…The people who are GETTING the free stuff have been convinced they need to hate the people who are paying for the free stuff by the people who are forcing some people to pay for their free stuff and giving them the free stuff in the first place.
We have let the free stuff giving go on for so long that there are now more people getting free stuff than paying for the free stuff.
Editor’s Note:  This is all so exhausting. Such stuff !

 Btw..Do you know what the relationship is between your two eyes?  They blink together, they move together, they cry together, they see things together and they sleep together, but they never see each other. Hahaha well maybe in a mirror?

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