Dablock & Everyone, (STRICTLY OFF TOPIC)
I received the following from a good friend. I thought I would
share with all of you. It truly touched me.
"Grupo Brad"
>> > 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 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 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 he 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
>> > had 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.
>> >
>> > TEA 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
>> > woosh, 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.
>> >
>> > An Angel To Watch over You
>> >
>> > Oooo
>> > > Some people ( )
>> > > come into our lives ) /
>> > > and quickly go... (_ /
>> > >
>> > > oooO
>> > > ( ) Some people
>> > > \ ( become friends
>> > > \_) and stay while...
>> > >
>> > > leaving beautiful Oooo
>> > > footprints on our ( )
>> > > hearts... ) /
>> > > (__/
>> > > oooO
>> > > ( ) 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!
>> > >
>> > > (\ /)
>> > > ( \ _ / )
>> > > ( \( )/ )
>> > > ( /<\ ) TAKE THIS LITTLE ANGEL
>> > > ( / \/ \ ) AND KEEP HER CLOSE TO
>> > >YOU
>> > > / \ SHE IS YOUR GUARDIAN
>> > >ANGEL
>> > > ( ) SENT TO WATCH OVER YOU
>> > >
>> > > THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN ANGEL
>> > > YOU MUST PASS THIS ON TO 5 PEOPLE WITHIN THE HOUR
>> > > OF RECEIVING HER... AFTER YOU DO MAKE A WISH...
>> > > IF YOU HAVE PASSED HER ON, YOUR WISH WILL BE
>> > > GRANTED AND SHE'LL WATCH OVER YOU FOREVER...
>> > > IF NOT HER TEARS WILL FLOW AND NO WISHES WILL BE GRANTED...
>> > > Now don't delete this message, because it comes from a very special
>> > >angel.
>> >
>> >
>> > |
