The Birdies
  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."
Lloyd Glen, 1994

 

    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 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 hisheart 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 orever 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 Ihave ever heard spoken, He said,
 "Daddy hold me,"  and he reached for me with his little arms.
    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.
    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.  And 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 unrecognizable
  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 the baby would be okay, 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. He said, 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 aboutthe 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 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.

A Message from Acadian Rose:
I am not the author of this story, nor is Brian my child.
I received this in email from an online friend and
felt that the message of faith should be where all could
see and know that there are things that cannot be explained,
but must be accepted on faith.  This is one of those things
and I hope that you will receive a Blessing as you read Brian's
Story and have your own faith restored.
We do not walk alone.

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Rose C. Webb
1998
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Acadian Rose
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