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Hello my friends,
A close friend just sent this to me, it is very touching, kathy martin
"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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