Hi, Steve, Little ones sure can perform miracles, now, can't they? I had seen 
this somewhere awhile back, but can't recall where,  but what a beautiful 
story! thanks for sharing.
Sandy
  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: steve doyle 
  To: [email protected] 
  Sent: Thursday, August 28, 2008 3:33 AM
  Subject: [RecipesAndMore] You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine' (A very 
special story!)


    You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine' (A very 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, 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.

  A single candle can illuminate an entire room. A true friend lights up 
  an entire lifetime. Thanks for the bright lights of your friendship.

  


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