mamagaea: (Dancin' Fool)
Did I mention I lost my job this week?

I'M FREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so happy. I feel better than I've felt in months. No more suffering and drained energy. This is gonna be great!

I love my life. :D
mamagaea: (Calvin and Hobbes huggs)
You are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine" (Be prepared to get watery eyes!)

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.

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 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.



Life is good.

Have a Wonderful Day! Just send this to (4) people and see what happens on the fourth day...

Do not break this, please. There is no cost, but lots of rewards
mamagaea: (Default)
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le sigh. :)
mamagaea: (I'm putting a spell on you)

I am loved and loving
I am surrounded by love
I easily attract loving people and experiences into my life
I embrace and claim a life filled and overflowing with love
I am grateful for the love that surrounds me
My circle of loving friends continues to expand
Love is what I am
I am a magnet for more and more love
I joyfully express love everyday
I love myself exactly the way I am
I radiate love to everyone and everything
The more love I give, the more love I receive
The love in my soul freely and fully expresses itself
Love is all around
Today I release the past and allow the healing power of love into my life
I am in love with my life
mamagaea: (Spider Oscar)
So, of course, the day after I decide to move on, I look down at some new magazines that someone brought into the driver's room at work. Someone brought in a few O mags (oprah). I like them and the one that caught my eye had the headlines -

"GROWN-UP LOVE - A new (better) definition of romance"

What a way to draw someone's attention. This is the Feb 2003 issue. Inside in the letter from Oprah section she goes into what's in the issue.

You don't have to look very far these days to find the promise of love - how to get it, who can offer it, ways to keep it. On magazine covers, in headlines, and on billboards all around us, we see everything from "How to Make Yourself Simply Irresistable!" to "Pump Up the Passion in Your Marriage." Take a closer look at most of these promises, and you'll notice that an underlying message emerges: To find love or become lovable, you have to fix some part of yourself.

In this issue, we're offering a different approach - not another empty promise that involves bending yourself into what someone else needs, but a way of bringing love into your life while respecting who you are. It's what we call grown-up love - a mature, spiritual partnership that far surpasses the chocolates-and-rose-petals kind of infatuation that fades with time. In her piece "Are We Having Fun Yet?", Lise Funderburg explores one of the most important questions you can ask yourself before you begin a relationship, replacing Can I become the woman this man needs? with Is this person what I need? And I love Martha Beck's take on getting over heartbreak. I wish I could have read this back in the days when I was still hanging on to men's car bumpers, begging them to stay...

...Grown-up love is not sought at any cost or pursued with a sense of desperation. Yes, a relationship requires work. Yes, it means sacrifice. Yes, it's about compromise. But if it's healthy, it should bring you joy not just some of the time but most of the time. And whether you're 25 or 45, single or married, it should involve bringing all of who you are to the table - and walking away together with even more.

This is going to be a good read. :)
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Stolen from [ profile] thebet who doesn't know me by this name. ;) shhh....

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