9. 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.
10. 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.”
11. Funeral plans are scrapped. The next, day — the very next day — the little girl is well enough to go home!
12. 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!
13. NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL. LIFE IS GOOD.
1. 像其他的好妈妈一样，当卡伦发现自己又怀孕了时，她就尽力帮她三岁的儿子迈克尔做好准备迎接这个新生儿的到来。他们知道了这是个女孩，于是，日复一日，一夜又一夜，迈克尔趴在妈妈肚子上为他的小妹妹唱歌。
2. 作为田纳西州莫里森市卫理公会教堂很活跃的一员，卡伦的怀孕期进展正常。接着产前阵痛就来临了。每5分钟一次……每分钟一次。但在分娩过程中出现了并发症，阵痛持续了几个小时。是不是需要剖腹产？终于，迈克尔的小妹妹降生了。但她的情况很严重。伴着晚上警报器的鸣叫声，救护车把婴儿送到田纳西州诺克斯维尔市的圣玛丽医院，新生儿重病特护区。
3. 日子一天天过去了。女婴的情况愈来愈糟。小儿科专家告诉这对父母：“希望非常渺茫。请做好最坏的打算吧。”卡伦和她的丈夫联系了当地一家公墓，安排了葬礼的计划。他们在家里布置好了一间特别的婴儿房——现在却要计划一个葬礼。
4. 迈克尔一直乞求父母让他进去看看小妹妹：“我想唱歌给她听，”他说。这是重病特护的第二周了。看来好像到不了这周结束，葬礼就要来临了。迈克尔不断地缠着要给小妹妹唱歌听，然而重病特护区不允许儿童入内。不过卡伦下定了决心，不管他们愿不愿意，她都要带迈克尔进去。
5. 如果现在他看不到他的小妹妹，就再也没机会见到她了。她为儿子穿了一身特大型的洗刷服，带他走进重点护理组。他看起来就像一个行走的洗衣篮，不过护士长认出这是一个孩子，她吼道：“马上带那个孩子离开这儿！禁止小孩入内。”卡伦的母性变得坚强起来，这位平日里温柔的女士用坚毅的目光盯着护士长的脸，坚定地说：“他不会离开的，除非给他妹妹唱首歌。”卡伦拉着迈克尔走到他小妹妹的床前。他盯着这个不再为生存而挣扎的小婴儿，开始唱歌。用三岁孩子单纯的心声，迈克尔唱道：
6. “你是我的阳光，惟一的阳光，当天空灰暗你能使我快乐——”
7. 女婴立刻有了反应，脉搏跳动变得平静而稳定。
8. 迈克尔一直在唱着，“亲爱的，你从来不知道我有多么爱你。请不要带走我的阳光——”，不规则的、紧张的呼吸变得如小猫的呼噜声那般安稳。
9. 迈克尔继续唱着：“亲爱的，那天晚上当我睡着，我梦到我把你抱在怀中……”他的小妹妹仿佛在休息般地放松下来了，复原般的休息，似乎在她身上扩展开来。
10. 迈克尔还在唱着。泪水在护士长的脸上肆意流着。卡伦变得容光焕发。“你是我的阳光，惟一的阳光。请别带走我的阳光。”
11. 葬礼计划取消了。第二天——就在第二天——女婴就好起来，可以回家了！
12. 《妇女日》杂志称之为“哥哥歌唱的奇迹”。医护人员说这就是一个奇迹。卡伦说它是上帝之爱的奇迹。
13. 决不要放弃你所爱的人。爱的力量其大无比。生命是美好的。
Pond of Lotus And Moonlight荷塘月色
1. The last few days have found me very restless. This evening as I sat in the yard to enjoy the cool, it struck me how different the lotus pool I pass every day must look under a full moon. The moon was sailing higher and higher up the heavens, the sound of childish laughter had died away from the lane beyond our wall, and my wife was in the house patting Juner and humming a lullaby to him. I quietly slipped on a long gown, and walked out leaving the door on the latch.
2. A cinder - path winds along by the side of the pool. It is off the beaten track and few pass this way even by day, so at night it is still quieter. Trees grow thick and bosky all around the pool, with willows and other trees I cannot name by the path. On nights when there is no moon the track is almost terrifyingly dark, but tonight it was quite clear, though the moonlight was pale.
3. Strolling alone down the path, hands behind my back, I felt as if the whole earth and sky were mine and I had stepped outside my usual self into another world. I like both excitement and stillness, under the full moon, I could think of whatever I pleased or of nothing at all, and that gave me a sense of freedom. All daytime duties could be disregarded. That was the advantage of solitude: I could savour to the full that expanse of fragrant lotus and the moonlight.
4. As far as eye could see, the pool with its winding margin was covered with trim leaves, which rose high out of the water like the flared skirts of dancing girls. And starring these tiers of leaves were white lotus flowers, alluringly open or bashfully in bud, like glimmering pearls, stars in an azure sky, or beauties fresh from the bath. The breeze carried past gusts of fragrance, like the strains of a song faintly heard from a far-off tower. And leaves and blossoms trembled slightly, while in a flash the scent was carried away. As the closely serried leaves bent, a tide of opaque emerald could be glimpsed. That was the softly running water beneath, hidden from sight, its colour invisible, though the leaves looked more graceful than ever.
5. Moonlight cascaded like water over the lotus leaves and flowers, and a light blue mist floating up from the pool made them seem washed in milk or caught in a gauzy dream. Though the moon was full, a film of pale clouds in the sky would not allow its rays to shine through brightly; but I felt this was all to the good - though refreshing sleep is indispensable, short naps have a charm all their own. As the moon shone from behind them, the dense trees on the hills threw checkered shadows, dark forms loomed like devils, and the sparse, graceful shadows of willows seemed painted on the lotus leaves. The moonlight on the pool was not uniform, but light and shadow made up a harmonious rhythm like a beautiful tune played on a violin.
6. Far and near, high and low around the pool were trees, most of them willows. These trees had the pool entirely hemmed in, the only small clearings left being those by the path, apparently intended for the moon. All the trees were somber as dense smoke, but among them you could make out the luxuriant willows, while faintly above the tree-tops loomed distant hills - their general outline only. And between the trees appeared one or two street lamps, listless as the eyes of someone drowsy. The liveliest sounds at this hour were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the pool; but this animation was theirs alone, I had no part in it.