Little Missy had been in bed for weeks with Guillain-Barre syndrome, fatigue, and depression. Her father, frightened for her, asked, "What will make you happy?"

Little Missy said, "No one has time to spend with me, hours of time."

"If a companion will make you happy, I'll move heaven and earth to find you one."

Days later, Sammy knocked, entered, then jumped up on Little Missy's bed. She informed her that she was going to help her walk again. When asked how, she replied, "With miracles, lots and lots of miracles."

Little Missy had never met anyone like Sammy before, and before she knew it, she was knee-deep in miracles--the miracles of fresh air, exercise, movement, love, patience, and others. Sammy was so full of joy that she created days that were so much fun that Little Missy had no time for depression.

Soon, Little Missy was sitting up in bed, then going outside in a wheelchair, and finally riding her horse, Ebony. But the final glory was when she stood to use parallel bars to take her first steps in months.

Mr. Fullington was so grateful that he wanted to do something for Sammy that would be meaningful to her. Little Missy gave him a plan because she knew of Sammy's deep desire to be a veterinarian. They took Sammy to see their vet, who offered her a Saturday job until she graduated from high school, after which she was to have a full scholarship to a veterinarian college.

Sammy danced with great joy. Finally, she stopped and hugged Little Missy and whispered, "Can I call you by your name? You're way too old to be a Little Missy."

--Martha Black

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