A Father's Story:

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 hat 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 lying so still on a great big bed with tubes and
monitors everywhere. He was on 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 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 badly. 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 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 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 parts
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!

THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN ANGEL.... YOU MUST PASS THIS ON TO 5 PEOPLE
WITHIN THE HOUR OF
RECEIVING HER.... IF YOU HAVE PASSED HER ON, SHE'LL WATCH OVER YOU
FOREVER.... IF NOT, HER TEARS WILL FLOW... Now don't delete this
message, because it comes from a very special angel.