Good afternoon everyone,
I tried to get around and comment to all of you.  It’s good to be back.  I was going to come on and write today but there was nothing I could think of to write again.  So I am going to leave you all with this story that was emailed to me today.  It is a tear jerker so be prepared.  Hope you all have a wonderful day.  I am going to go walk my dogs and then clean my house so I can take pictures for Eight.  I will hopefully be back later.  Take care and enjoy.


You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine”
(Be prepared to get watery eyes!)

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. I 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

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.


Life is good.
n God We Trust!

“The evidence of God’s presence far outweighs the
proof of His absence.” –  Unknown


16 thoughts on “

  1. Okay, this is just a little wierd, but when Lucas was in the nicu for the first five days of his life, I used to go and sit and hold him, and sing to him. Gueess what one of the songs I used to sing to him was? I’ve sang that song my entire life whenever I needed comforting and was alone. That and Jesus loves Me. There’s some memories there, I tell you what. Love you sweetheart. Me

  2. hey women thanks for the comment and its soo true drama drama drama.. no more drama thats what i want but its all soo funny that people have no lives that they try to say mike and i cheat on eachother ha hes on a ship 24-7 with a bunch of guys! anyways have a good night!

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