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31 Dezember
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, 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. I 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 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 POWERFUL.
Life is good.
| 22 August The meaning of true love
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Love is both pleasure and pain, joy and sorrow. It has long been held that what you can love, can hurt you, in almost equal reciprocity. The more you love, the more you can get hurt. The more you love, the more you stand to lose.
Yet the point of love is not to clam up, to refrain from ever loving. Each and every person has the potential to love so deeply, so strongly, with such passion and intimacy, with romance, and to receive back the joy of that same love. The truth is, the joy of love is so much greater than joy that can be derived elsewhere.
Money does not give joy. Material wealth does not give joy. It gives convenience, yet often takes away love. How many rich people seek so hard and far for love, yet never find it. Sex does not give joy, unless it is enjoyed as a part of love. Loveless sex would make one feel as empty as a broken earthernware pot.
Love is given to be reciprocated, because in that reciprocity lies its joy and pleasure. If you love someone who does not love you back, you will know sorrow, sadness, perhaps anger and frustration.( Think now of how the Lord God would feel.) Yet if you love, and have that love given back, you would bask in that light, and feel the immense value of love.
Yet in all the love we hold, we must never lose that child-like innocence that God granted us when we were born. Through life, we may love deeply, and often be hurt with rejection, feel sorrow and anger. But never be afraid to love, because only then can we find the one true love of a lifetime.
Love is more than that. It is trust and belief, flavoured with romance and passion and intimacy, tempered with time experience and wisdom, and left to stew, ages well with time to taste of a fine bouquet that never runs dry. |
25 Juni
吃醋是因为我爱你,
生气是因为我在乎你,
发呆是因为我太想你,
流泪是因为我不想失去你
因为你我再次学会吃醋, 因为你我又开始发脾气了, 因为你我第一次会发呆, 也因为你我又掉泪了.
全都是因为你, 很多时候我已经忘了该怎么有那些情绪, 因为了你那些又回到我身上了.
我好累, 我好疲倦. 我很讨厌那些情绪了, 什么时候我才不会有那些情绪呢?
真的累了. 好睏了.
18 Juni
有你的感觉多奇妙 回家的路都减少 拥抱的温度会提高到
再溶掉一杯雪糕
依靠着你的感觉是多么的美妙
真想永远都那么的不离开
和你的感觉真的很幸福
没有争吵的日子是多么的好 最幸福的是能陪着你吵吵闹闹 呼吸着你的美好 全世界都知道不必我们介绍 风在吹 云在飘 围绕我们在炫耀 全世界都知道每条行人街道在宣告 每一秒 冲过着我们最苦恼的广告 看不到听不到说不出问号 不是每个人做得到 这一点纪念着我们的依靠 心情 high 得我受不了 一直到极点
没有你的深夜 不能入睡 没有你开了灯 都很漆黑 没有你的影子 拿什么跟随
没有你看不见 夜色的美 没有你的咖啡 不能麻醉 没有你我是谁 都无所谓
没有你叫我宝贝 我连哭都不配 没有你我该吻谁的嘴 没有你的酸梅 怎么嚼都无味 没有你 谁显得我珍贵
没有你 我们的之间 还能有谁 没有你就像断了手臂 没有你的滋味 没有笑没有泪 没有你我将要学会 慢慢崩溃
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