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YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE

Get ready to open the flood gates....


YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE
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 el 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. I 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.


Even though this story is a hoax http://www.snopes.com/glurge/sunshine.htm, it is still an inspiring story that touched my heart when I read it. I DO believe in miracles and have no doubt that something like this could happen.