反正縱使在以前的網上日子我所記的也從來不單單是 "日記"...
早在兩星期前便想在這裡分享這個小故事....(當然還有那些可愛小朋友的歌聲)
Love Never Gives up
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 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, 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 burial plot.
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 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 the 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" 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." As Michael sang to his sisterm the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr.
"Keep on singing, sweetheart." "The other night, dear, while I was sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms".
Michael's little sister befan to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael."
Tear had now conquered the face of the bossy head nrse. Kwren 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 calle 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.
我....則會說這是個 <A Very Long Prayer>.......a prayer that started 10 months before the baby was born.
