MY daughter forward this to me. It is a very touching true story. I believe you'll be encouraged by it. rick/eagle feather > >>WE ARE NEVER ALONE!!! > >> This is a true story that occurred in 1994 and is 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 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 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 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 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. --------- End forwarded message ---------- ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] _______ To unsubscribe, send "unsubscribe rangernet" to [EMAIL PROTECTED] "Eat the hay & spit out the sticks!" RTKB&G4JC! Autoresponder: [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://rangernet.org
