The pregnancy
progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the the 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 t heir new baby 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 tossing. 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 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
Wonderful Day!
-- Author Unknown
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