The Power of Love

The Power of Love

The Story Of Michael

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 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
minutes, 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 had to to prepare 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 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. 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 can give to
your sister.

"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.

Please send this to all the people that have touched
your life in some way. Life is good. Have a Wonderful Day!

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