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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, pl ease 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..
 inushiba2 · Fri Jan 09, 2009 @ 06:53pm · 0 Comments |
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