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Spirituality Stories
A stroy of God or how he has affected another person will be posted weekly. If you have a story to share please do: Pritybaby57@cs.com

Kleenex time .....



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 laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors
everywhere. He was on a res-pirator. I glanced at my wife who stood
andtried 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 neuro-logical 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 sur-prised 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. "0ne
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, 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, 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 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.