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[MOL] A BROTHER'S SONG (inspirational true story)



A BROTHER'S SONG 


  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 find out that the new baby is going to
be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his
sister in Mommy's tummy.

  The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the
Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee.  Then
the labor pains come.  Every five minutes . . . every minute.  But
complications arise during delivery.  Hours of labor.  Would a C-section
be required?

  Finally, Michael's little sister is born.  But she is in serious
condition.  With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the
infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital,
Knoxville,  Tennessee.

  The days inch by.  The little girl gets worse.  The pediatric
specialist tells the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared
for the worst." Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a
burial plot.  They have fixed up a special room in their home for the
new baby - now they plan a funeral.

  Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want
to sing to her," he says.

  Week two in intensive care.  It looks as if a funeral will come before
the week is over.   Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister,
but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care.  But Karen makes up her
mind.  She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn't
see his sister now, he may never see her alive.

  She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. 
He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes
him as a child and bellows, "Get that kid out of here now!  No children
are allowed in ICU."

  The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered
lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.
"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"

  Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside.  He gazes at the tiny
infant losing the battle to live.  And he begins to sing. In the pure
hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings: "You are my sunshine, my
only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray - - -"

  Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and
steady.  Keep on singing, Michael.

  "You never know, dear, how much I love you,  Please don't take my
sunshine away- - -"  The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as
a kitten's purr.  Keep on singing, Michael.

  "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my
arms. . ."  Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems
to sweep over her.  Keep on singing, Michael.  Tears conquer the face of
the bossy head nurse.  Karen glows.

  "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.  Please don't, take my
sunshine away."

  Funeral plans are scrapped.  The next day-the very next day-the little
girl is 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.
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