DOCTORS' OPINIONS OF THE BAIL OUT PACKAGE

The Allergists voted to scratch it, and
the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.
The Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling about it, but
the Neurologists thought the Administration had a lot of nerve, and
the Obstetricians felt they were all laboring under a misconception.
The Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted.
The Pathologists yelled, 'Over my dead body!'
while the Pediatricians said, 'Oh, Grow up!'
The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness,
the Radiologists could see right through it, and
the Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing.
The Internists thought it wa s a bitter pill to swallow, and
the Plastic Surgeons said, 'This puts a whole new face on the matter.'
The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but
the Urologists felt the scheme wouldn't hold water.
The Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas, and
the Cardiologists didn't have the heart to say no.
In the end, the Proctologists left the decision up to some assholes in Washington .

source: My good friend the Rev. H. D. Bolton and his e-mail friends.

You Are My 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 over sized 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.

Source: My beautiful wife and her e-mail friends.

What Love means to a 4-8 year old . .

'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.'
(Rebecca- age 8)


'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.'
(Billy - age 4)


'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.'
(Karl - age 5)


'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any
of theirs.'
(Chrissy - age 6)


'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'
(Terri - age 4)


'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.'
(Danny - age 7)


'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that.
They look gross when they kiss'
(Emily - age 8)


'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.'
(Bobby - age 7 Wow!)


'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,'
(Nikka - age 6)


'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.'
(Noelle - age 7)


'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even
after they know each other so well.'
(Tommy - age 6)


'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'
(Cindy - age 8)


'My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'
(Clare - age 6)


'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'
(Elaine-age 5)


'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.'
(Chris - age 7)


'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'
(Mary Ann - age 4)


'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.'
(Lauren - age 4)


'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.'
(Karen - age 7)


'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'
(Mark - age 6)


'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.'
(Jessica - age 8)



Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry'
( 4 year old)

Source: A friend