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[IP] Fw: A brother's song
- Subject: [IP] Fw: A brother's song
- From: "DIANE MASSEY" <email @ redacted>
- Date: Fri, 2 Oct 1998 16:02:02 -0500
>I received this from my sister-in-law (who is expecting a baby). I know
we all face some rough times now that diabetes has entered our life....
Please don't think I am pushing God, it just happens to be in the
email..... I am pushing the power of love and determination for our loved
ones and the strength to do what feels right in matters of the heart. We
should never give up even when the going gets difficult.
And... to all of the beautiful people who keep this mail list alive, you
certainly have brought sunshine (and knowledge) to my life!
I have seen this story before and I believe that it is true.
> > Grab the tissue!
> > ===================================================
> > KEEP ON SINGING
> > Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was
> > the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son,
> > prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was
> > to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang
> > his sister in Mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with
> > 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
> > came. Soon it was every five minutes ...every three.... every
> > 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
> > 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
> > hope. Be prepared for the worst." Karen and her husband contacted
> > local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special
> > in their home for the new baby - but now they found themsleves
> > 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
> > care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over.
> > Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are
> > allowed in Intensive Care. Karen made up her mind, though. She
> > take Michael whether they liked it or not! If he didn't see his
> > right hen, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an
> > scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking
> > basket. But the head nurse recognized him as a child and
> > "Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed.
> > The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually
> > lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips
> > firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"
> > Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the
> > infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to
> > In the purehearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are
> > sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey
> > " Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began
> > calm down and become steady. "Keep on singing, Michael,"
> > Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear, how much I
> > you, Please don't take my sunshine away-" As Michael sang to his
> > sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as
> > kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart!!!" "The other
> > dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..."
> > little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to
> > over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the
> > of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed. "You are my sunshine, my
> > sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away..."
> > The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well
> > to go home! Woman's Day Magazine called it "The Miracle of a
> > 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
> > life in some way
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