>> The birdies were here................
>>
>>
>> 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 l
>> ive, 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 (sile)!
>>
>> 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 c hest 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 be cause 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...
***Whether this is true or not, someone sure knows how to write a story! I realize this has been circulating the internet for quite some time.*****
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