just came across this story and i really liked it so i decided to share it with u guys.
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
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 to 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 IntensiveCare. Karen made up
her mind, though. She would 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 oversize scrub suit and marched him
into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. But 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!" 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 gohome! 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.
Please send this to a person who
touched your life in some way.
Life is good. Have a Wonderful Day!
When you receive this e-mail just recite
the following prayer.
That's all you have to do. There is nothing
attached. This is the power of prayer at work.
PRAYER: May today there be peace within you.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of
faith.May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on
the love that has been given to you. Let His presence settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, and to bask in the sun.
It is there for each and every one of you.
YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
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 to 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 IntensiveCare. Karen made up
her mind, though. She would 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 oversize scrub suit and marched him
into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. But 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!" 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 gohome! 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.
Please send this to a person who
touched your life in some way.
Life is good. Have a Wonderful Day!
When you receive this e-mail just recite
the following prayer.
That's all you have to do. There is nothing
attached. This is the power of prayer at work.
PRAYER: May today there be peace within you.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of
faith.May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on
the love that has been given to you. Let His presence settle into your bones,
and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, and to bask in the sun.
It is there for each and every one of you.
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