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Re: Birdies
From: allan (anonymous@obgyn.net)
Fri Mar 19 21:40:08 1999
Thanks for sharing this very touching story! What a great thing to read
before turning in for the night!
Amy
anonymous@obgyn.net wrote:
>
> This is a wonderful story, very uplifting. Thought we could all use it! Maria
>
> This is a true story that occurred in 1994 and was told by Lloyd Glen.
>
> 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 en 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. I
> do not know what it 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
> come down on his little sternum right over his heart. 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. 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. Finally at 2 o'clock that afternoon,
> our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I
> have ever heard spoken "Daddy hold me". 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. We felt deeply blessed.
> This story is not over. Smile.
> Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his nap and
> said"Sit down Mommy, I have something to tell you." My wife sat down and Brian
> 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 so 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. "Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a whooshing
> sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me. One of the birdies came
> and got you, Mommy." 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 refering to the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because
> they were up in the air like birds that fly. "What did they look like?" my
> wife asked. Brian answered, "They were so beautiful. They were dressed in
> white." "Did they say anything?" she asked. "Yes, they told me the baby would
> be alright. You came out and opened the garage door. You told the baby to stay
> and not leave."
>
> My wife nearly collapsed after hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt
> beside Brian and whispered, "Don't leave us, 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 far,
> far away." 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". He said "They are so pretty, Mommy, and there is lots and lots of
> 'birdies'. " Brian went on to tell her that the 'birdies' said he had to come
> back and tell everyone about the birdies. They brought him back to the house
> and he saw a big fire truck and an ambulance. A man was bringing the baby out
> on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be ok, 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." They were so pretty 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 and 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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