>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> 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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