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>WE ARE NEVER ALONE!!!
>This is a true story that occurred in 1994 and is told by Lloyd
Glenn:
>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 enroute 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 lying 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.
>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 recognizable 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 that the baby would be okay, but the man couldn't hear him.
>He said the birdies told him he had to go with the ambulance, but
>they would be near him. He said, they were so pretty and so
>peaceful, and he didn't want to come back. 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 woosh, 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 got a softened look on their face and smiled.
>Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day,
>and pray we never will be.
>An Angel To Watch over You
> Oooo
> Some people ( )
> come into our lives ) /
> and quickly go... (_ /
>
> oooO
> ( ) Some people
> \ ( become friends
> \_) and stay a while...
>
> leaving beautiful Oooo
>footprints on our ( )
> hearts... ) /
> (__/
>
> oooO
> ( ) 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!
>
> (\ /)
> ( \ __ / )
> ( \( )/ )
> ( /<>\ ) TAKE THIS LITTLE ANGEL
> ( / \/ \ ) AND KEEP HER CLOSE TO YOU
> / \ SHE IS YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL
> ( ) SENT TO WATCH OVER YOU
> ~~~~~~~~
>
> THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN ANGEL...
> YOU MUST PASS THIS ON TO 5 PEOPLE WITHIN THE HOUR
> OF RECEIVING HER... AFTER YOU DO MAKE A WISH...
> IF YOU HAVE PASSED HER ON, YOUR WISH WILL BE
> GRANTED AND SHE'LL WATCH OVER YOU FOREVER...
> IF NOT HER TEARS WILL FLOW AND NO WISHES WILL BE
> GRANTED...
>
> Now don't delete this message, because it comes from a very
>special angel.
>
>
>