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Friday, September 10, 2010

A TEAR JERKER



..

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!

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