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The Miracle of a Brother's Song

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
little 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
complicat ions 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 pediatric specialist
regret fully 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 home for the 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 the intensive care looked
as if a funeral could come before the
week was over.

Michael kept nagging about singing to
his sister, but kids are never allowed
in the 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 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
nurses's face, her lips a firm
line. "He's 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 sushine,
you make me happy when skies are gray,"

Instantly the baby girl seemed to
respond. Her 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."

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.

"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. To the
world you may be one person, but to
one person you may be the world!

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