Friend Clay Vice and sister Sharon are dear friends. Each sent me this which I had read some time ago on e-mail. Great teachers give outstanding lessons from their hearts and their knowledge and skills.
-------Original Message------
Too Busy for a Friend....
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter... The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in
Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many ti mes. T he teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again..
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful.
If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care.
If you're 'too busy' to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?
The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about.
Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.
YOU ARE MY FRIENDS.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Deloris Salyers e-mail Just checking in by the NBB
Deloris and my Jeanie are car-hopping buddies (about 10-12 years old with a spanking) from New Boston.
Thanks for the goodie, Deloris!
Subject: Fw: Just Me Checking In
A minister passing through his church
In the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
And see who had come to pray.
Just then the back door opened,
A man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
The man hadn't shaved in a while.
His shirt was kinda shabby
And his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt, he bowed his head;
Then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed,
Each noon time came this chap,
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
'What are you doing here?'
The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.
'I stay only moments, see,
Because the factory is so far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY.'
The minister feeling foolish,
Told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime
Time to go, Jim smiled, said 'Thanks.'
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
He'd never done it before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
And met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
He repeated old Jim's prayer:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY...
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY.'
Past noon one day, the minister noticed
That old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
He began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.
The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand
Why Jim was so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
Up and with a winsome smile;
'the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
That he's in here all the while
Everyday at noon He's here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.'
If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
And Angels watch over you.
Please pass this page on to your friends & loved ones. If you aren't ashamed. Jesus said,
' If you are ashamed of me,' I will be ashamed
Of you before my Father..'
So this is me ... Just Checking In
Thanks for the goodie, Deloris!
Subject: Fw: Just Me Checking In
A minister passing through his church
In the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
And see who had come to pray.
Just then the back door opened,
A man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
The man hadn't shaved in a while.
His shirt was kinda shabby
And his coat was worn and frayed,
The man knelt, he bowed his head;
Then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed,
Each noon time came this chap,
Each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
With robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
'What are you doing here?'
The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.
'I stay only moments, see,
Because the factory is so far away;
As I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM CHECKING IN TODAY.'
The minister feeling foolish,
Told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime
Time to go, Jim smiled, said 'Thanks.'
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
He'd never done it before.
His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
And met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
He repeated old Jim's prayer:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHERS FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN. I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY...
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY.'
Past noon one day, the minister noticed
That old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
He began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him,
Learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.
The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand
Why Jim was so glad,
When no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke
Up and with a winsome smile;
'the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
That he's in here all the while
Everyday at noon He's here,
A dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:
'I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN, SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY, AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY.'
If this blesses you, pass it on. Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
And Angels watch over you.
Please pass this page on to your friends & loved ones. If you aren't ashamed. Jesus said,
' If you are ashamed of me,' I will be ashamed
Of you before my Father..'
So this is me ... Just Checking In
Portsmouth- Al Oliver-MLB
I picked up a copy of George F. Will's book "Bunts" (1998) from the Westerville library stacks and found this on Al Oliver. Mr. Will is a syndicated columnist whose writings appear in 480 newspapers. Will loves baseball and used to broadcast Chicago Cubs games.
Mr. Will describes this for Jon Miller who has been the radio voice of the Baltimore Orioles, Boston Red Sox and the Texas Rangers:
"In one game the broadcaster became bored by a pitcher's making a series of throws to first base to hold on the runner, Bump Wills. So the broadcaster began browsing through his sheets of statistics pertinent to the batter, Al Oliver. Suddenly the roar of the crowd brought the broadcaster back to the action, and he saw a runner breaking for second, rounding second and heading for third. On one of the throw-overs the pitcher had thrown the ball past the first basemen, down the right field line, and Wills was headed for third. But the broadcaster had assumed Oliver had put the ball in play, and said: Oliver rips the ball down the right field line, the ball caroms off the fence, Oliver rounds second and cruises into third with a stand-up triple. And now the next batter is"--- Here the broadcaster glanced down at the man standing next to the batter's box--- "Al Oliver."
Mr. Will describes this for Jon Miller who has been the radio voice of the Baltimore Orioles, Boston Red Sox and the Texas Rangers:
"In one game the broadcaster became bored by a pitcher's making a series of throws to first base to hold on the runner, Bump Wills. So the broadcaster began browsing through his sheets of statistics pertinent to the batter, Al Oliver. Suddenly the roar of the crowd brought the broadcaster back to the action, and he saw a runner breaking for second, rounding second and heading for third. On one of the throw-overs the pitcher had thrown the ball past the first basemen, down the right field line, and Wills was headed for third. But the broadcaster had assumed Oliver had put the ball in play, and said: Oliver rips the ball down the right field line, the ball caroms off the fence, Oliver rounds second and cruises into third with a stand-up triple. And now the next batter is"--- Here the broadcaster glanced down at the man standing next to the batter's box--- "Al Oliver."
Friday, April 3, 2009
If I were the devil e-mail John Massey
----- Original Message -----
From: "John Massey"
>
> IF I WERE THE DEVIL........by Paul Harvey
>
> If I were the devil, I would gain control of the most powerful
> nation in the world; I would delude their minds into thinking that they
> had come from man's effort, instead of God's blessings; I would promote
> an attitude of loving things and using people, instead of the other way
> around; I would dupe entire states into relying on gambling for their
> state revenue; I would convince people that character is not an issue
> when it comes to leadership; I would make it legal to kill unborn
> babies; I would make it socially acceptable to take one's own life, and
> invent machines to make it convenient; I would cheapen human life as
> much as possible so that the life of animals is valued more than human
> beings; I would take God out of the schools, where even the mention of
> His name was grounds for a lawsuit; I would come up with drugs that
> sedate the mind and target the young, and I would get sports heroes to
> advertise them; I would get control of the media, so that every night I
> could pollute the mind of every family member with my agenda; I would
> attack the family, the backbone of any nation. I would make divorce
> acceptable and easy, even fashionable. If the family crumbles, so does
> the nation; I would compel people to express their most depraved
> fantasies on canvas and movie screens, and call it art; I would convince
> the world that people are born homosexuals, and that their lifestyles
> should be accepted; I would convince the people that right and wrong are
> determined by a few who call themselves authorities and refer to their
> agenda as politically correct; I would persuade people that the church
> is irrelevant and out of date, and the Bible is for the naive; I would
> dull the minds of Christians, and make them believe that prayer is not
> important, and that faithfulness and obedience are optional; Hmmm... I
> guess if I were the devil, I'd leave things pretty much the way they
> are. Good day.
>
>
> John & Yvette Massey
> 1988 Marblecliff Crossing Court, Columbus, Ohio 43204-4966.
> Telephone: 614-486-7102; E-mail: .
>
>
>
>
>
From: "John Massey"
>
> IF I WERE THE DEVIL........by Paul Harvey
>
> If I were the devil, I would gain control of the most powerful
> nation in the world; I would delude their minds into thinking that they
> had come from man's effort, instead of God's blessings; I would promote
> an attitude of loving things and using people, instead of the other way
> around; I would dupe entire states into relying on gambling for their
> state revenue; I would convince people that character is not an issue
> when it comes to leadership; I would make it legal to kill unborn
> babies; I would make it socially acceptable to take one's own life, and
> invent machines to make it convenient; I would cheapen human life as
> much as possible so that the life of animals is valued more than human
> beings; I would take God out of the schools, where even the mention of
> His name was grounds for a lawsuit; I would come up with drugs that
> sedate the mind and target the young, and I would get sports heroes to
> advertise them; I would get control of the media, so that every night I
> could pollute the mind of every family member with my agenda; I would
> attack the family, the backbone of any nation. I would make divorce
> acceptable and easy, even fashionable. If the family crumbles, so does
> the nation; I would compel people to express their most depraved
> fantasies on canvas and movie screens, and call it art; I would convince
> the world that people are born homosexuals, and that their lifestyles
> should be accepted; I would convince the people that right and wrong are
> determined by a few who call themselves authorities and refer to their
> agenda as politically correct; I would persuade people that the church
> is irrelevant and out of date, and the Bible is for the naive; I would
> dull the minds of Christians, and make them believe that prayer is not
> important, and that faithfulness and obedience are optional; Hmmm... I
> guess if I were the devil, I'd leave things pretty much the way they
> are. Good day.
>
>
> John & Yvette Massey
> 1988 Marblecliff Crossing Court, Columbus, Ohio 43204-4966.
> Telephone: 614-486-7102; E-mail: .
>
>
>
>
>
Uncle Bert- e-mail from Jack Plymale
A definite thing I take from knowing Jack Plymale, Jim Fout, and Doc Yeagle. The former Torjan footballers respect the wisdom of our departed PHS teacher, Bert Leach.
As a kid I heard many refer to him as Portsmouth's smartest man:
Yea, verily. I say unto you! Go into all the world and preach the gospel.
On 4/3/09, Sam Kegley wrote:
> Good, friend!
>
> May I blog this?
>
> Sam
>
> ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jack H Plymale"
>
> To: "Sam Kegley"
> Sent: Friday, April 03, 2009 9:44 AM
> Subject: Uncle Bert
>
>
>
>
> > One of uncle Bert Leaches favorites I've neglected. Like so many
> > others I know nothing of it's authorship, Big fleas have little
> > fleas,
> > Upon their backs to bite 'em.
> > Little fleas have lesser fleas,
> > And on, ad infinitum.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > upon their backs to bite 'em.
> > --
> > Jack P.
> >
As a kid I heard many refer to him as Portsmouth's smartest man:
Yea, verily. I say unto you! Go into all the world and preach the gospel.
On 4/3/09, Sam Kegley
> Good, friend!
>
> May I blog this?
>
> Sam
>
> ----- Original Message ----- From: "Jack H Plymale"
>
> To: "Sam Kegley"
> Sent: Friday, April 03, 2009 9:44 AM
> Subject: Uncle Bert
>
>
>
>
> > One of uncle Bert Leaches favorites I've neglected. Like so many
> > others I know nothing of it's authorship, Big fleas have little
> > fleas,
> > Upon their backs to bite 'em.
> > Little fleas have lesser fleas,
> > And on, ad infinitum.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > upon their backs to bite 'em.
> > --
> > Jack P.
> >
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Disclaimer to "You Are MY Sunshine" Bill Banchy
Thanks Bill. God help me accept a fact e'en though it slay me". I can't remember who said that.
You are correct. I don't trust the objectivity of Snopes. But... in this case they may be right. Nonetheless I love the story and our family has experience with reading to babies still inside their mothers. Not so 1 on 1, but there is good evidence that the kids are literate.
Sam
You are correct. I don't trust the objectivity of Snopes. But... in this case they may be right. Nonetheless I love the story and our family has experience with reading to babies still inside their mothers. Not so 1 on 1, but there is good evidence that the kids are literate.
Sam
You Are My Sunshine- Pat Richards Whitehead e-mail
I haven't checked on this story. I guess I am happy to believe it anyway. Thanks good friend Pat Richards Whitehead!
I am proud that the SamKat blog has included wonderful stories from wonderful friends.
Recognizing humanity, even in the womb, is a precious thing. Reading to the non-born also is believed to help in child development.
I always get a thrill out of God's miracles.
Sam
A Boy Singing to his little sister.....
You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine'
(Be prepared to get watery eyes!)
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 thePanther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown , Tennessee
In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, everythree, 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 tothe neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville,Tennessee The days inched by. The little girl got worse. Thepediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Beprepared 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=2 0baby 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 tosing 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 neverallowed 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 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' 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 the20baby 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 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.'
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 go home.
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 PO WERFUL.
Life is good.
I am proud that the SamKat blog has included wonderful stories from wonderful friends.
Recognizing humanity, even in the womb, is a precious thing. Reading to the non-born also is believed to help in child development.
I always get a thrill out of God's miracles.
Sam
A Boy Singing to his little sister.....
You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine'
(Be prepared to get watery eyes!)
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 thePanther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown , Tennessee
In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, everythree, 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 tothe neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville,Tennessee The days inched by. The little girl got worse. Thepediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Beprepared 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=2 0baby 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 tosing 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 neverallowed 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 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' 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 the20baby 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 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.'
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 go home.
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 PO WERFUL.
Life is good.
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