A Heart that Loves is a Heart that Heals.
It is love that heals.
Often it is just in mere words or simple actions that people leave their permanent imprint in our hearts, and at most times it is a chance feat. Surely it is nature’s play that whatever one gives to the other in words, thoughts or deeds are immensely and purely reflected in the person receiving it. This is briefly and effectively summarised by Leo Buscaglia in his brainy quote viz. “Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”
Likewise, Michael, a 3-year old boy, used to sing with selfless devotion day and night to his little sister in his mother, Karen’s, womb. He built a bond of love with his sister even before he met her. But as in every piece of story, there is a heart-rending twist in Michael’s tale too.
For Karen, an active member of the Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee, the pregnancy progressed normally but in time the labour pain came, which gave rise to serious complications, and ultimately a C-section was done to deliver the baby, and the tiny baby girl was born.
However she was in serious medical condition and was immediately rushed to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary’s Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. Her condition deteriorated as each day passed by and her parents even sought after the burial procedures, after uncovering the bitter truth of her lifeless ages to come. But Michael left no stone unturned in singing to his baby sister at I.C.U., inspite of several objections raised by the hospital staff.
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. You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away. The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don’t take my sunshine away…”
Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady; she began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her. Karen and the ICU staff were shocked and relieved simultaneously. And the little girl was then able enough to make it for home the very next day.
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.
The baby was named Marlee and as of August, 2008, she is a 16-year old high school student who describes herself as “just like any other teenage girl.” Marlee says that her gift is singing and that she’s glad that what happened when she was born didn’t keep her from that dream.
Everyone believes in the miracles of the Most High, but fails to realize that being the children of God and created in His own image and likeness; all humanity too has the ingenuous ability to perform miracles in their own as well as their neighbours’ lives. The most instinctive acts done by a person for somebody, perhaps, has the greatest power to heal the receiver, as it contains the purest form of altruism.
What Michael did for his sister is nothing less than giving a very part of himself to her. His small gesture of affection towards his sister is not just a happening of a miracle, but also a paradigm that whatsoever the circumstance be or how difficult a situation might seem, love heals any time and every time.