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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 Intensive Care. 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 oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked
like a walking laundry basket. But the head nurse recognized him as child
and belowed, "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 grey---" 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.
Please send this to all the people that have 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. Just send this to (4)people and see
what happens on the fourth day. Do not break this, please. There is no cost,
but lots of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another. 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. May you be content knowing that
you are a child of God. 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. Send this to (4) or more people and witness
the awesome power of prayer