Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat
you right. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe everything
happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both
hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy,
they just promised it would be worth it.
A Boy Singing to his little
sister.....
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 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. 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 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.
Have a Wonderful Day!
In God We Trust!
'The evidence of God's presence far
outweighs that of His absence.'
you right. Forget about the one's who don't. Believe everything
happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both
hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy,
they just promised it would be worth it.
A Boy Singing to his little
sister.....
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 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. 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 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.
Have a Wonderful Day!
In God We Trust!
'The evidence of God's presence far
outweighs that of His absence.'
