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You Are My Sunshine

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A Boy Singing to his little sister....
'You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine'.
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, 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. 
  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. 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 put 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 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 sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing as smooth as a kitten's
   'Keep on singing, sweetheart.' 'The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I heldin 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 get 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.


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My Favourite Animal

Thanks to Al H

Our teacher asked what my favourite animal was, and I said,
"Fried chicken."

She said I wasn't funny, but she couldn't have been right, because everyone else laughed.
My parents told me toalways tell the truth.
I did. Fried chicken is my 
favourite animal. 

told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA.
He said they love animals very much.
I do, 
too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. 
 Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.
 I told him what happened, and he laughed, too.
Then he told me not to do it again.

next day in class my teacher asked me what myfavourite live animal was.
I told her it was chicken.

She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.
 She sent me back to the principal's office.
 He laughed, and told me not to do it again.

I don't understand.
parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn'tlike it when I am.
Today, my teacher asked me to tell her what famous military person I admired
I told her, "Colonel Sanders."
 Guess where I am now...
Johnny fried chicken

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