The Pure Love of a child (Inspirational)

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The pure love of a child Sometimes we need the faith of a little child. 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 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. In time, the labour 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 labour. 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 paediatrician 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 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 head nurse's face, her lips

a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to 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. 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! NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO

INCREDIBLY POWERFUL. Please send this to all the people that have touched your

life in some way. Life is good. Have a Wonderful Day!