This is a true story that occurred in 1994 and was told by Lloyd Glen.
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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 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
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 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] (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
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 beautiful 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 their arms
around him, 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 get 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.
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