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A Special Story of Love

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. 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
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
pulses 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. It's better when loved ones are with u..... Don't waste or postpone any opportunity u have to show ur love to ur dear one's.....Ur love can make a lot of difference to their life.... Absence of ur love can also do a lot of difference to their life......