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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. They find out that the new baby is going to be  a girl, and day after day,
night after night, Michael sings to his sister in  Mommy's tummy.
The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member
of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee.
Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes ... every minute.
But complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor.
Would a C-section be required?
Finally, Michael's little sister is born.
But she is in serious  condition. With siren howling in the night,
the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit
at St. Mary's Hospital,  Knoxville, Tennessee.
The days inch by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents,
"There is very little hope. Be prepared for the   worst."
Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot.
They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby... now they plan a funeral. Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see  his sister,
"I want to sing to her," he says.

Week two in intensive care.

It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over.
Michael keeps nagging about singing to his  sister, but kids are never
allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take
Michael whether they like it or not.  If he doesn't see his sister now,
he may never see her alive.
She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU.
He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes
him as a child and bellows,
"Get that kid out of here now! No children."
The mother rises up strong in  Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady
glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.
"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"
Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to  live.
Then he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings:
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray--- "
Instantly the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady.
"Keep on singing, Michael."
 "You never know, dear,  how much I love you, Please don't take my  Sunshine away".
The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a  kitten's purr.
"Keep on singing, Michael."
"The other night, dear, as I lay  sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..."
Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael."
Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse.
Karen glows.
"You Are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."

Funeral plans are scrapped.
The next day-
the very next day-
the little girl is well enough to go home!

Woman's Day magazine called it "the  miracle of a brother's song."
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NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE!!!

The greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing...
-Anonymous