Little Sister

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 little
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 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 pediatric  specialist regretfully 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 home for the 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 the ICU. Karen made up her mind, though. She
would 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, but 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!!"

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. Her 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 hands..."
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!

"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 sooo incredibly powerful.
Please send this to all the people that have touched your life in some way.
To the world, you may be one person, but to one person, you may be the world!