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From: Moje Ramos-Aquino <moje@skyinet.net>
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Subject: Miracles do happen
Date: Mon, 02 Aug 1999 17:07:56 +0800
thanks janis salay for sharing this miracle story.
i do believe in miracles. i do believe in God. :-))
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>>>>This is a true story.
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 to be a girl, and
day after day, night after night, Michael would put his
head on Mommy's tummy and sing to his sister.
The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. 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 pediatric
specialist regretfully 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 home for the new baby,
but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.
Michael kept begging his parents to let him see his sister.
"I need to see 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 seeing his sister, but kids are never
allowed in Intensive Care. Karen made up her mind, though.
She would 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 sees his sister!" 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 grey." Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.
Her 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 was beside herself, crying and
laughing in amazement.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take
my sunshine away..."
Miraculously, the next day the little girl went 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 miracle of God's love!
NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.
LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.
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