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This is a true story. I thought some of you might like it. (grab some tissues)

[/u] 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 his mommy’s tummy. He was building a bond of love with his sister before he evn met her.
The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, and active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Chruch in Morristown, Tennessee. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five mintues, every three, every minute but serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? Fianlly, after a long struggle, Michael’s little sister was born. But she was in a very serious condition.
With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit ar St. Maru’s Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there a 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, ha 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 usually mildmannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the face of the head nurse, her lips a firm line.
"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister," she stated. The Karen towed Michael to his sister’s bedside. He gaxed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he bagan 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 reapong. THe pulse rate began to clam down and become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.
"You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away." As Michael sang to his sister, that baby’s ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten’s purr. "Keep on singind, sweetheart."
"THe other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms." Michael’s little sister began to relax and rest, a healing rest. that seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Karen glowed and tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don’t take my sunshine away…"

The nest day…the VERY next day…the little girl was well enough to go home. Women’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!

"The evidence of God’s presence far outweighs the proof of His absence." 🙂