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George had worn an artificial leg for the past twenty years, after losing his own is a farming accident; it was way past worn out and made it mighty hard for him to get around and do things. Word spread among the townspeople who knew that George didn't have the funds for a replacement and pride was sure to keep him from accepting help. Soon they devised a plan.
George was a heavy sleeper and his hearing wasn't good, so the commotion at the far end of his front yard didn't wake him as the folks who loved him worked far into the night with the help of flashlights and ladders. When he headed out to the front porch with his mug of coffee in the morning, George was stunned to see his tree completely covered with paper money waving in the breeze. Tacked to the trunk was a big cardboard sign on which someone had drawn a heart and written "Sometimes money really does grow on trees!"
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“Where there is great love, there are always miracles.”