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. 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 Methodist Church,
Morristown, Tennessee.

In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was
every five minutes, every 3 minutes, then
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 cemetary 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 however,
kept begging his parents to let him see his sister.
"I want to sing to her," kept saying.

After 2 weeks in Intensive Care, it looked as if
a funeral would come before the week was over.
Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister,
but kids were not 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. But 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
nurses face, her lips a firm line. "He's not
leaving until he sings to his sister!"

Karen towed Michael to his sisters 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 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 soft 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 and 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 sun-
shine, 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 called it a miracle. Karen called
it a miracle of God's love.

Never give up on the people you love.
Love is so incredibly powerful.

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