I Am A Part Of This Celebration! (Nuchu)

I’ll start of with a story!

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 find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy’s tummy.

The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen. Then the labor pains come. Every five minutes, every minute. But complications arise during delivery. Hours of labor. Would a operation be required?

Finally, Michael’s little sister is born. But she is in serious condition. With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit(NICU). The days goes by. The little girl gets worse. The pediatric specialist tells the parents,

“There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst.”

Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot. They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby now they plan a funeral. Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister,
“I want to sing to her,” he says.

It was week two in intensive care. It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over. Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. But Karen makes up her mind. She will take Michael whether they like it or not. If he doesn’t see his sister now, he may never see her alive.


She dresses him in an over sized scrub suit and marches him into ICU. He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and said,
“Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed.”

The usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse’s face, her lips a firm line.

“He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!”
And the head nurse allows them inside..

Karen tows Michael to his sister’s bedside. He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. And he begins to sing. In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings:

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine; you make me happy when skies are gray…”

the baby girl responds. The pulse rate becomes calm and steady.

Keep on singing, Michael.

“You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don’t take my sunshine away…”

The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten’s purr.
Keep on singing, Michael.

“The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms…”

Michael’s little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her.
Keep on singing, Michael.

Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glows.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don’t, take my sunshine away.”


Funeral plans are scrapped. The next day, the very next day, the little girl is 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!
Moral of the story: Never give up on the people you love.

Well, I was chatting with LEO on Thursday morning, he suddenly asked me to write a guest post.., I was like… “Ermm… Me uh?? You think I am capable of doing that??” and he replied back “won’t force u. if u r willing, then yeah I will invite u over :)” …………… Though I was quite embarrassed with his reply for no reason.. I agreed to write one.. “Hi5!! Dear Bro”

I was nervous since that moment about what to write and how to write…

I came across this story in a website one day and so I thought to share here today! Hope you guys liked it!

Dear Leo,
I just want you to know how happy I am to have you as a younger brother, though you seemed to be more matured than me!
Thanks a lot for giving me a chance to show my friendship and love for you, dear brother!
We don’t know each other much, Nor we have met,
Still I trust you dear bro and I am so proud to have you just like others’ here feel!
I appreciate the ways you’ve motivated me through your acrostics and normal poems!

You have a real talent dear bro; don’t give it up for anything and anyone!
I wish you all success in life and wishes that all your dreams come true!

Keep blogging.. Write(type) a lot.. Create so many miles ahead! We are there with you 🙂

And this is for all the friends, brothers and sisters I made in TWL 🙂

“Whenever we gather together,
The words are not easy to find,
But love speaks a common language.
When people have ties that bind.

We don’t always say what we’re feeling
As often as families should;
We don’t count our blessings out loud,
But somehow they’re understood.

We know that we’re thankful for living
With the comfort of each other’s care;
We’re grateful for memories and stories,
And the jokes that our family shares.

We might leave a promise unspoken,
But we know that we’re loyal and true;
We can count on companions through life,
In the sunshine and shadows, too.

We might show some special attention
To a stranger, acquaintance, or guest,
But we never forget in our hearts
About those that we really love best.

These blessings can never be counted
Like money or gold dividends;
They can only be shared as the love
That exists when families are friends.!!!”

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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