(what makes a garden grow...a little sunshine...so here's your sunshine...
another email)
A Boy Singing to his little sister.....
You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine'
(Be prepared to get watery eyes!)
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another
baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son,
Michael, prepare for a new sibling.
They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and
day after day,
night after night, Michael sang to his sister in mommy's
tummy.
He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even
met her.
The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active
member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown ,
Tennessee .
In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five
minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose
during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor.
Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long
struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious
condition.
With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed
the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital,
Knoxville ,Tennessee . The days inched by. The little girl got
worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little
hope.
Be prepared for the worst.
Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a
burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their
new baby, but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.
Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his
sister.
I want to sing to her, he kept saying.
Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would
come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but
kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take Michael
whether they liked it or not. If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see
her alive.
She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit
and marched him into ICU.
He looked like a walking laundry basket.
The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed,
'Get that kid out of here now. No children
are allowed.'
The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared
steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. 'He is not leaving until he sings to his
sister' she stated.
Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside.
He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live.
After a moment, he began to sing.
In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang:
'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
you make me happy when skies are gray.'
Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.
The pulse rate began to calm down and
become steady.
'Keep on singing, Michael,' encouraged Karen with tears
in her eyes.
'You never know, dear, how much I love you,
please don't take my sunshine away.'
As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's
ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr
'Keep on singing, sweetheart.'
'The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I
held you in my arms' Michael's little sister began to relax as
rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
'Keep on singing, Michael.'
Tears had now conquered the face of the
bossy head nurse.
Karen glowed.
'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
Please don't take my sunshine away.'
The next day...the very next day.
the little girl was well enough to go home
Woman's Day Magazine called it " The Miracle of
a Brother's Song."
The medical staff just called it a miracle.
Karen called it a miracle of God's love.
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.
LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
Life is good.
Have a Wonderful Day!
Just send this to (4) people and see what
happens.
Do not break this, please!!!
There is no cost, but lots of
rewards.
In God We Trust!
'The evidence of God's presence far outweighs the proof
of His absence
