I went to church this morning, a part of homily was a short story the priest had shared about the miracle of brother's song. He suggest to all people who attend the mass if we are interested to know the whole story just search on internet. As soon as I got home I search the story and here it is now I want to share to all of you the touching miraculous story.
A true story
Like any other 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. Day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his little sister in Mommy’s tummy:
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,you make me happy when skies are gray.You’ll never know dear, how much I love you,Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.
The pregnancy went well for Karen and time of labour came. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in a long labour. Finally, after a long struggle, Michael’s little sister was born, but she was in serious condition. The hours and then days inched by and the little girl got worse. The pediatric specialist regretfully had to tell the parents, “there is very little hope, be prepared for the worst.” They had fixed up a special room in their home for their baby – but now found themselves planning for a funeral! In the meantime, Michael kept begging his parents to let him see his sister: “I want to sing to her”, he kept saying.
Week two in the Intensive Care Unit ended with a funeral looking more and more likely. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but children are not allowed in the ICU. Karen made up her mind, she would take Michael whether they liked it or not! If he did not see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into the ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basked, but the charge nurse recognized him as a child, and bellowed: “Get that kid out of her now – no children are allowed!” The strong mother rose up in Karen, and the usual mild-mannered woman glared steel-eyed right into the charge nurse’s face, her lips a firm line.
“He’s not leaving until he sings to his sister!”
Karen took 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 gray.”
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’ll 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”, his mother whispered. Tears now even conquered the face of the charge 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! The medical staff called what happened a miracle. Karen called it indeed a miracle of God’s love!
Never give up on the people you love. Like Michael’s, your song of love is waiting to be heard.
This story led to an email being sent by a remarkable young woman who shared the sequel to this story. A copy of the correspondence is pasted below:
Marlee Simmons wrote:
I'm Marlee Simmons, and I want to thank you for posting this story, my story on your website! I never thought that My brother and I could ever be such an inspiration! God has blessed me with the gift of singing and I know that i'm called to sing! Again! I thank you, because everyone should follow their dreams and God has a special plan for all of us!
Oh Wow! Thank you for writing. With your permission, I would like to post your reply, and anything more you would like to add, to our web site as a sequel. In fact, I will do one better. I will read it out in one of our Soul Food's (again, with your permission).
Your story is a miracle and a true inspiration. I would love to learn more.
Yes, I don't mind at all if you share my story! That would be great!
As the story says, I was born with a whole in my lungs. My lungs weren't fully developed and everytime I would breath, they would stick together like wet plastic bags. ( As my mom calls it.) When my mom saw me for the first time, she smiled and laughed because I was hiccupping, but then she realized that that wasn't a good sign. They rushed me to the NICU and told my parents that I mostlikely won't make it. Well... the doctors were wrong! And God proved them wrong! WOOHOO!!! I'm so blessed to be living on this earth and I know God has a special purpose for me and for you!
I'm a Junior in High School and my brother is a Junior in College. I Sing in choir at school and at church. I love the Lord! And He has given me the gift to Act and sing. Hopefully someday I can make an impact for Him and be a role model for those younger than I. To strive for something more than Just wanting to wear "what's in" be popular have the hottest boyfriend or girlfriend. Because there is so much more to life than those things! Remember.... God is with you through the GOOD TIMES and BAD TIMES! Don't forget that! Even when you may think that you've hit rock bottom... don't give up on the one who is always there!
God Bless, Marlee Simmons