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 & still
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...
PLEASE
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.
I passed this on, not
because it says to,
but because I hope everyone I send it to,
will be as blessed by reading it, as I was.
I believe God sends angels to watch over all
of His children.
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