You are my sunshine

I know this is lengthy, but it is so good. I got this as an e-mail today and wanted to post it here. I read this several years ago too! It is a feel good read!


You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine

"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"


NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.

LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.

GOD IS GOOD!