You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine

Hi my dear readers,

Since am so busy doing my assignment that is due today in abt 12 hours time, i decided just to share with you another touching story... Yes, i know i know, am suppose to be rushing for my assignment since is due soon, but am getting bored of doing it.. So i rest for a while now loh.. Hahaha.. All the excuses.. :) Hopefully i will be able to finish it by 2pm today..Enjoy this email i received from a friend of mine.. Oh Ya.. Am also super broke just because of doing the assignment, so please be generous to help me click the ads.. Hahaha.. Christmas is coming, time to do a bit of charity rite.. Hahahaha.. Kidding kidding.. :P


You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine' .....................
You can't afford not to read this!


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. Karen called it a miracle
of God's love.

NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.

Life is good.