Fwd: Never give up... on those you Love - please read!

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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. I 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! Just send this to (4) people and

 

see what

 

happens on the fourth day.

 

Do not break this, please. There is no cost, but lots

 

of rewards

 

In God We Trust!