Guest guest Posted April 1, 2003 Report Share Posted April 1, 2003 Shankaram Siva Shankaram !! A Special Story 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 bea 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. In time, the labour 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 labour. 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 Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The paediatrician 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 afuneral. 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 lookedas 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 seehis 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 grey." Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulses 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 ofGod's love. NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL. Life is good and has no meaning with out LOVE. Have a Wonderful Day! **************************************************************************** This communication contains information, which is confidential and may also be privileged. It is for the exclusive use of the intended recipient(s). If you are not the intended recipient(s), please note that any distribution, printing, copying or use of this communication or the information in it is strictly prohibited. If you have received this communication in error, please notify the sender immediately and then destroy any copies of it. **************************************************************************** Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 1, 2003 Report Share Posted April 1, 2003 HAI NCS NICE ONE ABOUT LOVE. SO TOUCHING. <br><br><br>R.S.SAI >Sangeethaa N C <sangeethaa.nallanchakravarthy > > > An overwhelming story >Tue, 1 Apr 2003 10:26:36 +0530 > >Shankaram Siva Shankaram !! > > > > >A Special Story > > 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. In time, the labour 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 > labour. > 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 Mary's > Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got > worse. The paediatrician 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 > grey. " > Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulses 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 and has no meaning with out LOVE. Have a Wonderful Day! > >**************************************************************************** >This communication contains information, which is confidential and may also >be privileged. It is for the exclusive use of the intended recipient(s). If >you are not the intended recipient(s), please note that any distribution, >printing, copying or use of this communication or the information in it is >strictly prohibited. If you have received this communication in error, >please notify the sender immediately and then destroy any copies of it. >**************************************************************************** _______________ Vrroooom…… Fasten your seatbelts. http://server1.msn.co.in/msnSpecials/formula2003/index.asp Get set for F1 2003 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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