Keep On Singing

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. The following story clearly shows that we are all born for love.

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 baby was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in his mother's tummy.
Finally, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in serious condition. With sirens howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at the nearest hospital.
The days inched by. The little girl became worse. The paediatric specialist told the parents to be prepared for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot.
They originally fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby - now they planned a funeral.

Michael kept begging his parents to let him see his sister, "I want to sing to her", he said.

The 2nd week came along and Michael's baby sister was still 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 children are not allowed in Intensive Care.
Karen made up her mind. She decided to take Michael whether they like it or not. If he didn't see his sister now, 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 recognised him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now! No Children are allowed."

The mother in Karen rose up strong, and usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed 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. And 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 responded. Her pulse rate became calm and steady. "Keep on singing, Michael."
..."You never now, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away..." Her strained breathing became smoother.
"Keep on singing, Michael."
..."The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms..."

Michael's little sister relaxed as healing rest seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael."

Tears conquered the face of the bossy head nurse.
.."You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my sunshine away."

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".

Where there is great love there are always miracles.
Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love.
The real miracle is the Love that inspires them.