This story was related to my dad by a friend of his. Supposedly, as I understand it, this story is true, and it may even be someone this friend knows of. It's a beautiful story, and I think appropriate here. Wendy Tebay ----------------- >>This is a true story that occurred in 1994 and was told by Lloyd >>Glen. >>--------------------------------------------------------------- >>Throughout our lives we are blessed with spiritual experiences, some of >which are very sacred and confidential, and others, although sacred, are >meant to be shared. Last summer my family had a spiritual experience that >had a lasting and profound impact on us, one we feel must be shared. It's >a message of love. It's a message of regaining perspective, and restoring >proper balance and renewing priorities. In humility, I pray that I might, >in relating this story, give you a gift my little son, Brian gave our >family one summer day last year. >> 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 Airlines 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 they >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 3-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 this 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 :-)] >> >> 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 our gratitude and joy. As 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 :-)] >> >> 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 3-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 alright." "The >> baby?" my wife asked confused. And 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 and unrecognizable >features, knowing he was already dead, she looked up around her and >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 is >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 the baby would be okay, but the man couldn't >hear him. He said, 'birdies' told him he had to go with the ambulance, but >they would be near him. He said, they were so pretty and so peaceful, and >he didn't want to come back. And then the bright light came. He said that >the light was so bright and so warm, and he loved the bright light so much. >> Someone was in the bright light and put his arms around Brian, and told >him, "I love you but you have to go back. You have to play baseball, and >tell everyone about the 'birdies'". Then the person in the bright light >kissed him and waved bye-bye. Then whoosh, the big sound came and they >went into the clouds. 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 spoke of 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. > >