> A Brothers 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 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 rest, a 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!
>
> "The evidence of God's presence far outweighs the
> proof of His absence."
>
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