9. Keeponsinging,Michael.「Theothernight,dear,asIlaysleeping,IdreamedIheldyouinmyarms」Michael』slittlesisterrelaxesasrest,healingrest,seemstosweepoverher.
10. Keeponsinging,Michael.Tearsconquerthefaceofthebossyheadnurse.Karenglows.「Youaremysunshine,myonlysunshine.Pleasedon』t,takemysunshineaway.」
11. Funeralplansarescrapped.Thenext,day—theverynextday—thelittlegirliswellenoughtogohome!
12. Woman』sDaymagazinecalledit「themiracleofabrother』ssong.」Themedicalstaffjustcalleditamiracle.KarencalleditamiracleofGod』slove!
13. NEVERGIVEUPONTHEPEOPLEYOULOVE.LOVEISSOINCREDIBLYPOWERFUL.LIFEISGOOD.
1. 像其他的好媽媽一樣，當卡倫發現自己又懷孕了時，她就盡力幫她三歲的兒子邁克爾做好準備迎接這個新生兒的到來。他們知道了這是個女孩，於是，日復一日，一夜又一夜，邁克爾趴在媽媽肚子上為他的小妹妹唱歌。
2. 作為田納西州莫裡森市衛理公會教堂很活躍的一員，卡倫的懷孕期進展正常。接著產前陣痛就來臨了。每5分鐘一次……每分鐘一次。但在分娩過程中出現了併發症，陣痛持續了幾個小時。是不是需要剖腹產？終於，邁克爾的小妹妹降生了。但她的情況很嚴重。伴著晚上警報器的鳴叫聲，救護車把嬰兒送到田納西州諾克斯維爾市的聖瑪麗醫院，新生兒重病特護區。
3. 日子一天天過去了。女嬰的情況愈來愈糟。小兒科專家告訴這對父母：「希望非常渺茫。請做好最壞的打算吧。」卡倫和她的丈夫聯繫了當地一家公墓，安排了葬禮的計劃。他們在家裡佈置好了一間特別的嬰兒房——現在卻要計劃一個葬禮。
4. 邁克爾一直乞求父母讓他進去看看小妹妹：「我想唱歌給她聽，」他說。這是重病特護的第二周了。看來好像到不了這周結束，葬禮就要來臨了。邁克爾不斷地纏著要給小妹妹唱歌聽，然而重病特護區不允許兒童入內。不過卡倫下定了決心，不管他們願不願意，她都要帶邁克爾進去。
5. 如果現在他看不到他的小妹妹，就再也沒機會見到她了。她為兒子穿了一身特大型的洗刷服，帶他走進重點護理組。他看起來就像一個行走的洗衣籃，不過護士長認出這是一個孩子，她吼道：「馬上帶那個孩子離開這兒！禁止小孩入內。」卡倫的母性變得堅強起來，這位平日裡溫柔的女士用堅毅的目光盯著護士長的臉，堅定地說：「他不會離開的，除非給他妹妹唱首歌。」卡倫拉著邁克爾走到他小妹妹的床前。他盯著這個不再為生存而掙扎的小嬰兒，開始唱歌。用三歲孩子單純的心聲，邁克爾唱道：
6. 「你是我的陽光，惟一的陽光，當天空灰暗你能使我快樂——」
7. 女嬰立刻有了反應，脈搏跳動變得平靜而穩定。
8. 邁克爾一直在唱著，「親愛的，你從來不知道我有多麼愛你。請不要帶走我的陽光——」，不規則的、緊張的呼吸變得如小貓的呼嚕聲那般安穩。
9. 邁克爾繼續唱著：「親愛的，那天晚上當我睡著，我夢到我把你抱在懷中……」他的小妹妹彷彿在休息般地放鬆下來了，復原般的休息，似乎在她身上擴展開來。
10. 邁克爾還在唱著。淚水在護士長的臉上肆意流著。卡倫變得容光煥發。「你是我的陽光，惟一的陽光。請別帶走我的陽光。」
11. 葬禮計劃取消了。第二天——就在第二天——女嬰就好起來，可以回家了！
12. 《婦女日》雜誌稱之為「哥哥歌唱的奇跡」。醫護人員說這就是一個奇跡。卡倫說它是上帝之愛的奇跡。
13. 決不要放棄你所愛的人。愛的力量其大無比。生命是美好的。
PondofLotusAndMoonlight荷塘月色
1. Thelastfewdayshavefoundmeveryrestless.ThiseveningasIsatintheyardtoenjoythecool,itstruckmehowdifferentthelotuspoolIpasseverydaymustlookunderafullmoon.Themoonwassailinghigherandhigheruptheheavens,thesoundofchildishlaughterhaddiedawayfromthelanebeyondourwall,andmywifewasinthehousepattingJunerandhummingalullabytohim.Iquietlyslippedonalonggown,andwalkedoutleavingthedooronthelatch.
2. Acinder-pathwindsalongbythesideofthepool.Itisoffthebeatentrackandfewpassthiswayevenbyday,soatnightitisstillquieter.Treesgrowthickandboskyallaroundthepool,withwillowsandothertreesIcannotnamebythepath.Onnightswhenthereisnomoonthetrackisalmostterrifyinglydark,buttonightitwasquiteclear,thoughthemoonlightwaspale.
3. Strollingalonedownthepath,handsbehindmyback,IfeltasifthewholeearthandskyweremineandIhadsteppedoutsidemyusualselfintoanotherworld.Ilikebothexcitementandstillness,underthefullmoon,IcouldthinkofwhateverIpleasedorofnothingatall,andthatgavemeasenseoffreedom.Alldaytimedutiescouldbedisregarded.Thatwastheadvantageofsolitude:Icouldsavourtothefullthatexpanseoffragrantlotusandthemoonlight.
4. Asfaraseyecouldsee,thepoolwithitswindingmarginwascoveredwithtrimleaves,whichrosehighoutofthewaterliketheflaredskirtsofdancinggirls.Andstarringthesetiersofleaveswerewhitelotusflowers,alluringlyopenorbashfullyinbud,likeglimmeringpearls,starsinanazuresky,orbeautiesfreshfromthebath.Thebreezecarriedpastgustsoffragrance,likethestrainsofasongfaintlyheardfromafar-offtower.Andleavesandblossomstrembledslightly,whileinaflashthescentwascarriedaway.Asthecloselyserriedleavesbent,atideofopaqueemeraldcouldbeglimpsed.Thatwasthesoftlyrunningwaterbeneath,hiddenfromsight,itscolourinvisible,thoughtheleaveslookedmoregracefulthanever.
5. Moonlightcascadedlikewateroverthelotusleavesandflowers,andalightbluemistfloatingupfromthepoolmadethemseemwashedinmilkorcaughtinagauzydream.Thoughthemoonwasfull,afilmofpalecloudsintheskywouldnotallowitsraystoshinethroughbrightly;butIfeltthiswasalltothegood-thoughrefreshingsleepisindispensable,shortnapshaveacharmalltheirown.Asthemoonshonefrombehindthem,thedensetreesonthehillsthrewcheckeredshadows,darkformsloomedlikedevils,andthesparse,gracefulshadowsofwillowsseemedpaintedonthelotusleaves.Themoonlightonthepoolwasnotuniform,butlightandshadowmadeupaharmoniousrhythmlikeabeautifultuneplayedonaviolin.
6. Farandnear,highandlowaroundthepoolweretrees,mostofthemwillows.Thesetreeshadthepoolentirelyhemmedin,theonlysmallclearingsleftbeingthosebythepath,apparentlyintendedforthemoon.Allthetreesweresomberasdensesmoke,butamongthemyoucouldmakeouttheluxuriantwillows,whilefaintlyabovethetree-topsloomeddistanthills-theirgeneraloutlineonly.Andbetweenthetreesappearedoneortwostreetlamps,listlessastheeyesofsomeonedrowsy.Theliveliestsoundsatthishourwerethecicadaschirrupingonthetreesandthefrogscroakinginthepool;butthisanimationwastheirsalone,Ihadnopartinit.