[ WP ] `` I 'm in the market for miracles . ''

`` Well, good thing you came to the miracle store, honey. Is there anything specific you were looking for?'' asked the old woman minding the register. 
 
 `` Yes, I recently lost my grandmother you see and I was hoping that maybe you could bring her back?'' 
 
 `` Ah, yes,'' began the woman with a sad smile. `` Many people come here looking for things of that sort, but I'm afraid I can not help you.'' 
 
 `` Why not?'' 
 
 `` Raising the dead is more of a'phenomenon' than a miracle. We do n't sell phenomena here.'' 
 
 `` Where do they sell phenomena then?'' 
 
 `` Down there,'' said the woman as she pointed to the floor. `` But I would n't go down there if I were you. It's far too hot and the line is too long.'' 
 
 `` Okay,'' I began tentatively. `` What kind of miracles do you have then? I travelled all this way and would hate to go back empty handed.'' 
 
 `` That would be a shame.'' said the woman. `` Yet, many people do go home empty handed.'' 
 
 `` And why is that?'' I asked inquisitively. 
 
 `` They ca n't afford the price of their miracle.'' replied the woman simply. 
 
 `` And what's the price of a miracle?'' 
 
 `` Change.'' 
 
 `` What kind of change? Like, money, change?'' 
 
 `` Personal change. If you want miracles to happen my dear, you need to change.''
