A Dad's Story

This story will make you cry but it is wonderful.

Too beautiful to not pass on...........

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!!
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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...