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Thursday, May 26, 2011

A DAD'S STORY

A DAD'S STORY
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>      On July 22nd I was in route to
>>>> Washington , DC for a business trip.
>>>>       It was all so very ordinary, until we landed
>>>> in Denver for a plane change.
>>>>       As I collected my belongings from the overhead
>>>> bin, an announcement was
>>>>       made for Mr.   Lloyd Glenn to see the United
>>>> Customer Service
>>>>       Representative immediately.   I thought
>>>> nothing of it until I reached the
>>>>       door to leave the plane and I heard a
>>>> gentleman asking every male if he
>>>>       were Mr. Glenn. At this point I knew something
>>>> was wrong and my heart sunk.
>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>      When I got off the plane a solemn-faced
>>>> young man came toward me and
>>>>       said, "Mr.
>>>>>      Glenn, there is an emergency at your
>>>> home. I do not know what the
>>>>       emergency is, or who is involved, but I will
>>>> take you to the phone so you
>>>>       can call the hospital."   My heart was now
>>>> pounding, but the will to be
>>>>       calm took over. Woodenly, I followed this
>>>> stranger to the distant telephone
>>>>       where I called the number he gave me for the
>>>> Mission Hospital . My call was
>>>>       put through to the trauma center where I
>>>> learned that my three-year-old son
>>>>       had been trapped underneath the automatic
>>>> garage door for several minutes,
>>>>       and that when my wife had found him he was
>>>> dead. CPR had been performed by
>>>>       a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the
>>>> paramedics had continued the treatment
>>>>       as Brian was transported to the hospital.
>>>>>
>>>>>      By the time of my call, Brian was
>>>> revived and they believed he would
>>>>       live, but they did not know how much damage
>>>> had been done to his brain, nor
>>>>       to his heart.   They explained that the door
>>>> had completely closed on his
>>>>       little sternum right over his heart. He had
>>>> been severely crushed. After
>>>>       speaking with the medical staff, my wife
>>>> sounded worried but not
>>>>       hysterical, and I took comfort in her
>>>> calmness.
>>>>>
>>>>>      The return flight seemed to last
>>>> forever, but finally I arrived at
>>>>       the hospital six hours after the garage door
>>>> had come down. When I walked
>>>>       into the intensive care unit, nothing could
>>>> have prepared me to see my
>>>>       little son laying so still on a great big bed
>>>> with tubes and monitors
>>>>       everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced
>>>> at my wife who stood and
>>>>       tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all
>>>> seemed like a terrible dream. I
>>>>       was filled-in with the details and given a
>>>> guarded prognosis. Brian was
>>>>       going to live, and the preliminary tests
>>>> indicated that his heart was OK,
>>>>       two miracles in and of themselves. But only
>>>> time would tell if his brain
>>>>       received any damage.
>>>>>
>>>>>      Throughout the seemingly endless hours,
>>>> my wife was calm. She felt
>>>>       that Brian would eventually be all right. I
>>>> hung on to her words and faith
>>>>       like a lifeline. All that night and the next
>>>> day Brian remained
>>>>       unconscious. It seemed like forever since I
>>>> had left for my business trip
>>>>       the day before.
>>>>>
>>>>>      Finally at two o'clock that afternoon,
>>>> our son regained
>>>>       consciousness and sat up uttering the most
>>>> beautiful words I have ever
>>>>       heard spoken. He said, "Daddy hold me" and he
>>>> reached for me with his
>>>>       little arms.
>>>>>
>>>>>      [TEAR BREAK...smile]
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>      By the next day he was pronounced as
>>>> having no neurological or
>>>>       physical deficits, and the story of his
>>>> miraculous survival spread
>>>>       throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine,
>>>> we took Brian home, we felt a
>>>>       unique reverence for the life and love of our
>>>> Heavenly Father that comes to
>>>>       those who brush death so closely.
>>>>>
>>>>>      In the days that followed there was a
>>>> special spirit about our home.
>>>>       Our two older children were much closer to
>>>> their little brother. My wife
>>>>       and I were much closer to each other, and all
>>>> of us were very close as a
>>>>       whole family. Life took on a less stressful
>>>> pace. Perspective seemed to be
>>>>       more focused, and balance much easier to gain
>>>> and maintain. We felt deeply
>>>>       blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.
>>>>>
>>>>>      The story is not over (smile)!
>>>>>
>>>>>      Almost a month later to the day of the
>>>> accident, Brian awoke from
>>>>       his afternoon nap and said, "Sit down Mommy..
>>>> I have something to tell
>>>>       you." At this time in his life, Brian usually
>>>> spoke in small phrases, so to
>>>>       say a large sentence surprised my wife. She
>>>> sat down with him on his bed,
>>>>       and he began his sacred and remarkable story.
>>>>>
>>>>>      "Do you remember when I got stuck under
>>>> the garage door? Well, it
>>>>       was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called
>>>> to you, but you couldn't hear
>>>>       me.. I started to cry, but then it hurt too
>>>> bad. And then the 'birdies'
>>>>       came."
>>>>>
>>>>>      "The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.
>>>>>
>>>>>      "Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a
>>>> whooshing sound and flew into
>>>>       the garage. They took care of me."
>>>>>
>>>>>      "They did?"
>>>>>
>>>>>      "Yes," he said. "One of the birdies
>>>> came and got you. She came to
>>>>       tell you "I got stuck under the door." A sweet
>>>> reverent feeling filled the
>>>>       room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter
>>>> than air. My wife realized
>>>>       that a three-year-old had no concept of death
>>>> and spirits, so he was
>>>>       referring to the beings who came to him from
>>>> beyond as "birdies" because
>>>>       they were up in the air like birds that fly..
>>>> "What did the birdies look
>>>>       like?" she asked.
>>>>>
>>>>>      Brian answered, "They were so
>>>> beautiful. They were dressed in white,
>>>>       all white. Some of them had green and white.
>>>> But some of them had on just
>>>>       white."
>>>>>
>>>>>      "Did they say anything?"
>>>>>
>>>>>      "Yes," he answered. "They told me the
>>>> baby would be all right."
>>>>>
>>>>>      "The baby?" my wife asked confused.
>>>>>
>>>>>      Brian answered. "The baby laying on the
>>>> garage floor." He went on,
>>>>       "You came out and opened the garage door and
>>>> ran to the baby. You told the
>>>>       baby to stay and not leave."
>>>>>
>>>>>      My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing
>>>> this, for she had indeed gone
>>>>       and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his
>>>> crushed chest whispered,
>>>>       "Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you
>>>> can." As she listened to Brian
>>>>       telling her the words she had spoken, she
>>>> realized that the spirit had left
>>>>       His body and was looking down from above on
>>>> this little lifeless form..
>>>>       "Then what happened?" she asked.
>>>>>
>>>>>      "We went on a trip," he said, "far, far
>>>> away." He grew agitated
>>>>       trying to say the things he didn't seem to
>>>> have the words for. My wife
>>>>       tried to calm and comfort him, and let him
>>>> know it would be okay. He
>>>>       struggled with wanting to tell something that
>>>> obviously was very important
>>>>       to him, but finding the words was difficult.
>>>>>
>>>>>      "We flew so fast up in the air. They're
>>>> so pretty Mommy," he added.
>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>      "And there are lots and lots of
>>>> birdies." My wife was stunned. Into
>>>>       her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped
>>>> her more soundly, but with
>>>>       an urgency she had never before known. Brian
>>>> went on to tell her that the
>>>>       "birdies" had told him that he had to come
>>>> back and tell everyone about the
>>>>       "birdies." He said they brought him back to
>>>> the house and that a big fire
>>>>       truck, and an ambulance were there. A man was
>>>> bringing the baby out on a
>>>>       white bed and he tried to tell the man that
>>>> the baby would be okay. The
>>>>       story went on for an hour.
>>>>>
>>>>>      He taught us that "birdies" were always
>>>> with us, but we don't see
>>>>       them because we look with our eyes and we
>>>> don't hear them because we listen
>>>>       with our ears. But they are always there, you
>>>> can only see them in here (he
>>>>       put his hand over his heart). They whisper the
>>>> things to help us to do what
>>>>       is right because they love us so much. Brian
>>>> continued, stating, "I have a
>>>>       plan, Mommy. You have a plan.. Daddy has a
>>>> plan. Everyone has a plan. We
>>>>       must all live our plan and keep our promises.
>>>> The birdies help us to do
>>>>       that cause they love us so much."
>>>>>
>>>>>      In the weeks that followed, he often
>>>> came to us and told all, or
>>>>       part of it, again and again. Always the story
>>>> remained the same. The
>>>>       details were never changed or out of order. A
>>>> few times he added further
>>>>       bits of information and clarified the message
>>>> he had already delivered. It
>>>>       never ceased to amaze us how he could tell
>>>> such detail and speak beyond his
>>>>       ability when he talked about his birdies.
>>>>>
>>>>>      Everywhere he went, he told strangers
>>>> about the "birdies."
>>>>       Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him
>>>> strangely when he did this. Rather,
>>>>       they always got a softened look on their face
>>>> and smiled. Needless to say,
>>>>       we have not been the same ever since that day,
>>>> and I pray we never will be.
>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>>      You have just been sent an Angel to
>>>> watch over you. Some people come
>>>>       into our lives and quickly go...Some people
>>>> become friends and stay a
>>>>       while...leaving beautiful footprints on our
>>>> hearts ... and we are never
>>>>       quite the same because we have made a good
>>>> friend!!
>>>>>
>>>>>      Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a
>>>> mystery. Today is a gift. That's
>>>>       why it's called the present! Live and savor
>>>> every moment...this is not a
>>>>       dress rehearsal! THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN
>>>> ANGEL...
>>>>>
>>>>>      YOU MUST PASS THIS ON TO 5 PEOPLE
>>>> WITHIN THE HOUR OF RECEIVING
>>>>       HER...IF YOU HAVE PASSED HER ON, SHE'LL WATCH
>>>> OVER YOU FOREVER...IF NOT,
>>>>       HER TEARS WILL FLOW...
>>>>>
>>>>>      Now don't delete this message, because
>>>> it comes from a very special
>>>>       Angel.
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