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       The miracle of love, true story!
   DIR By: Admin
       Date: June 13, 2013, 12:41 am
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       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.
       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 the Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee,
       USA.
       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.
       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 was 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 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 eyes, her
       lips a firm line, “He is not leaving until he sings to his
       sister.”
       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 tossing. 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 became 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 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.
       [right]Author Unknown
       Story submitted by Cindy.[/right]
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       Never give up on the people you love. Love is so incredibly
       powerful.
       - The Woman’s Day Magazine called it, “the miracle of a
       brother’s song”.
       - The medical staff called it a miracle.
       - Karen called it a miracle of God’s love.
       This is a true story happened in 1992 in Tennessee, USA. The
       baby girl’s name is Marlee (picture on the right). As of 2012,
       Marlee is 20 years old and she thinks she is normal like any
       other girl.
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