Special True Story
"The Miracle of a Brother's Song"
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 little 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, 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,
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 cemetery 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," 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 the Intensive Care Unit.
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 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
"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
"Keep on singing, sweetheart!!"
"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you
in my hands..." Michael's little sister began to relax and rest, a
healing rest seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael."
Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse.
"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! "Women'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. To the world you may be one person,
but to one person you may be the world.