This is one of the stories that made me cry while reading it. Atty. Villafuerte is one of my favorite columnists. Her featured story in her column, Gentle Breeze, really moved me to tears. Please find out why and please leave your comments.
"This is a story about a mother who had a 3-year-old son named Michael. The mother, named Karen, had another baby girl on the way. When the mother shared the news with Michael – the boy got excited and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Karen’s tummy.
The baby girl was born after hours of labor; there were complications during pregnancy; and the baby girl was born in a very weakened condition. The baby’s condition worsened and the pediatric specialist told the parents that there was little hope. “Be prepared for the worst,” he said.
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 planning a funeral.
Michael, meanwhile, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister, “I want to sing to her,” he said.
Another week passed, and the baby was still clinging to life. But barely. Things didn’t look good, but Michael kept nagging his mom about singing to his sister. At that time, young children were never allowed as visitors to the Intensive Care Unit, but at length Karen made up her mind to take Michael to see his little sister whether it was allowed or not.
“If he doesn’t see his sister now,” she said, “he may never see her alive.”
Karen dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and took him into ICU looking 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 in ICU.” Karen, normally a mild-mannered lady, replied, “He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!” and in they marched.
There by his sister’s bedside, Michael gazed at the tiny infant who was losing the battle to live. He began to sing to her: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray...”
Almost at once the baby girl responded.Her pulse rate becomes calm and steady, and Karen said, “Keep on singing, Michael.”
He did. “You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away...” The ragged, strained breathing becomes smooth and steady. Healing rest seemed to sweep over the little girl. The nearby nurses began to cry. Karen glowed.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
Within a short time, the baby was well enough to go home! The medical staff at St. Mary’s Hospital called it a miracle."
Miracles do happen indeed!
"This is a story about a mother who had a 3-year-old son named Michael. The mother, named Karen, had another baby girl on the way. When the mother shared the news with Michael – the boy got excited and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Karen’s tummy.
The baby girl was born after hours of labor; there were complications during pregnancy; and the baby girl was born in a very weakened condition. The baby’s condition worsened and the pediatric specialist told the parents that there was little hope. “Be prepared for the worst,” he said.
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 planning a funeral.
Michael, meanwhile, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister, “I want to sing to her,” he said.
Another week passed, and the baby was still clinging to life. But barely. Things didn’t look good, but Michael kept nagging his mom about singing to his sister. At that time, young children were never allowed as visitors to the Intensive Care Unit, but at length Karen made up her mind to take Michael to see his little sister whether it was allowed or not.
“If he doesn’t see his sister now,” she said, “he may never see her alive.”
Karen dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and took him into ICU looking 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 in ICU.” Karen, normally a mild-mannered lady, replied, “He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!” and in they marched.
There by his sister’s bedside, Michael gazed at the tiny infant who was losing the battle to live. He began to sing to her: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray...”
Almost at once the baby girl responded.Her pulse rate becomes calm and steady, and Karen said, “Keep on singing, Michael.”
He did. “You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away...” The ragged, strained breathing becomes smooth and steady. Healing rest seemed to sweep over the little girl. The nearby nurses began to cry. Karen glowed.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
Within a short time, the baby was well enough to go home! The medical staff at St. Mary’s Hospital called it a miracle."
Miracles do happen indeed!
Excerpts from Manila Bulletin.
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