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Date Posted: 17:21:41 08/15/08 Fri
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's message, "is it just me or is everyone riding the benefit gravy train to death? lets me see Susan give a benefit for HB who has a medicard now Shelly B is giving another for them and they still have a medicard. this Bobby Jean person is giving 2 benefits for a baby who was a premie but the family does not do pageants correct? then Stacey mother of HB is giving a benefit for a uncle of someone who does pageants? then they want to get mad and bitch if everyone does not back their benefit. sounds messed up!" on 07:57:22 08/15/08 Fri
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 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 AND COMES FROM THE HEART!
Life is good.
Have a Wonderful Day!
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