Finally Some Good News...
This is just to good NOT to share!! GSS Nice to know it's a 'true' story. Do you remember the words to Louisiana 1940's. Governor. Jimmie Davis' song, You Are My Sunshine? Even if you have seen it, it's worth reading again.
TRUE STORY....
A boy was singing You are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine to his little sister.
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 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, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown Tennessee. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, 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 pediatrician 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. After week two 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 are never allowed in ICU. Karen decided to 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. The head nurse recognized 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 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' she stated. Then 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 gray.' 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." he continued to sing. As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart, Karen said." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms," Michael sang. Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, Healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael," his mother said over again. 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 take out of ICU.... She went home two weeks later. 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.
Life is good. Have a Wonderful Day! Do not break this, please. There is no cost, but lots of rewards.
In God We Trust! [May the U.S.A. return to our Founding Documents!!!]
'The evidence of God's presence far outweighs the proof of His absence.'
In the words of my Papa... and G*d smiled!
Don G. Dinsdale wrote:
This is just to good NOT to share!! GSS Nice to know it's a 'true' story. Do you remember the words to Louisiana 1940's. Governor. Jimmie Davis' song, You Are My Sunshine? Even if you have seen it, it's worth reading again.
TRUE STORY....
A boy was singing You are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine to his little sister.
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 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, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown Tennessee. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, 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 pediatrician 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. After week two 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 are never allowed in ICU. Karen decided to 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. The head nurse recognized 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 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' she stated. Then 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 gray.' 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." he continued to sing. As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart, Karen said." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms," Michael sang. Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, Healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael," his mother said over again. 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 take out of ICU.... She went home two weeks later. 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.
Life is good. Have a Wonderful Day! Do not break this, please. There is no cost, but lots of rewards.
In God We Trust! [May the U.S.A. return to our Founding Documents!!!]
'The evidence of God's presence far outweighs the proof of His absence.'
This is just to good NOT to share!! GSS Nice to kn... (
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Don G. Dinsdale wrote:
This is just to good NOT to share!! GSS Nice to know it's a 'true' story. Do you remember the words to Louisiana 1940's. Governor. Jimmie Davis' song, You Are My Sunshine? Even if you have seen it, it's worth reading again.
TRUE STORY....
A boy was singing You are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine to his little sister.
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 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, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown Tennessee. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, 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 pediatrician 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. After week two 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 are never allowed in ICU. Karen decided to 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. The head nurse recognized 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 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' she stated. Then 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 gray.' 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." he continued to sing. As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart, Karen said." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms," Michael sang. Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, Healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael," his mother said over again. 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 take out of ICU.... She went home two weeks later. 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.
Life is good. Have a Wonderful Day! Do not break this, please. There is no cost, but lots of rewards.
In God We Trust! [May the U.S.A. return to our Founding Documents!!!]
'The evidence of God's presence far outweighs the proof of His absence.'
This is just to good NOT to share!! GSS Nice to kn... (
show quote)
My eyes haven't been wet in a while. That was awesome.
Good for you, I did too... Don D.
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wuzblynd wrote:
My eyes haven't been wet in a while. That was awesome.
Don G. Dinsdale wrote:
This is just to good NOT to share!! GSS Nice to know it's a 'true' story. Do you remember the words to Louisiana 1940's. Governor. Jimmie Davis' song, You Are My Sunshine? Even if you have seen it, it's worth reading again.
TRUE STORY....
A boy was singing You are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine to his little sister.
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 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, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown Tennessee. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, 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 pediatrician 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. After week two 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 are never allowed in ICU. Karen decided to 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. The head nurse recognized 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 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' she stated. Then 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 gray.' 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." he continued to sing. As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart, Karen said." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms," Michael sang. Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, Healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael," his mother said over again. 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 take out of ICU.... She went home two weeks later. 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.
Life is good. Have a Wonderful Day! Do not break this, please. There is no cost, but lots of rewards.
In God We Trust! [May the U.S.A. return to our Founding Documents!!!]
'The evidence of God's presence far outweighs the proof of His absence.'
This is just to good NOT to share!! GSS Nice to kn... (
show quote)
Tears just swelled up and ran down my face.
I couldn't find what "GSS" stands for. What is it?
Per Google:
Gerstmann-Straussler-Scheinker Disease
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Y360AZ wrote:
I couldn't find what "GSS" stands for. What is it?
Don G. Dinsdale wrote:
This is just to good NOT to share!! GSS Nice to know it's a 'true' story. Do you remember the words to Louisiana 1940's. Governor. Jimmie Davis' song, You Are My Sunshine? Even if you have seen it, it's worth reading again.
TRUE STORY....
A boy was singing You are My Sunshine, My Only Sunshine to his little sister.
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 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, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown Tennessee. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, 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 pediatrician 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. After week two 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 are never allowed in ICU. Karen decided to 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. The head nurse recognized 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 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' she stated. Then 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 gray.' 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." he continued to sing. As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart, Karen said." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms," Michael sang. Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, Healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael," his mother said over again. 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 take out of ICU.... She went home two weeks later. 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.
Life is good. Have a Wonderful Day! Do not break this, please. There is no cost, but lots of rewards.
In God We Trust! [May the U.S.A. return to our Founding Documents!!!]
'The evidence of God's presence far outweighs the proof of His absence.'
This is just to good NOT to share!! GSS Nice to kn... (
show quote)
Sent on to many...
We need more stories like this than what we get caught up in....
I'd rather have this feeling of love , than the negative....
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