Guest guest Posted May 18, 2002 Report Share Posted May 18, 2002 >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 was >>transported to the hospital. >> >>By the time of my call, 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. was going to live, and the preliminary > >>tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in one 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 > >> would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith >like >a >>lifeline. All that night and the next day 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. >> >>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 how we felt as we took 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, awoke from his afternoon nap and said, " Sit down Mommy. > >>I have something to tell you. " At this time in his life, 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. >> >> 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. >> >> 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 's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, " Don't >leave us >>, please stay if you can. " >> >>As she listened to 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. >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. >> >> 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. >> >>An Angel To Watch over You Some people come into our lives and quickly >go.. >> >>Some people become friends and stay a while ... leaving beautiful >footprints >>on our hearts ... 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! >> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted May 19, 2002 Report Share Posted May 19, 2002 I BELIEVE THIS WHOLEHEARTEDLY. I KNOW I HAVE AN ANGEL LOOKING OUT FOR ME, LUV JO http://community.webtv.net/jowaca/JOSFAVORITEPICTURES >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 was >>transported to the hospital. >> >>By the time of my call, 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. was going to live, and the preliminary > >>tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in one 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 > >> would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith >like >a >>lifeline. All that night and the next day 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. >> >>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 how we felt as we took 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, awoke from his afternoon nap and said, " Sit down Mommy. > >>I have something to tell you. " At this time in his life, 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. >> >> 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. >> >> 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 's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, " Don't >leave us >>, please stay if you can. " >> >>As she listened to 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. >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. >> >> 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. >> >>An Angel To Watch over You Some people come into our lives and quickly >go.. >> >>Some people become friends and stay a while ... leaving beautiful >footprints >>on our hearts ... 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! >> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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