I Believe In Angels

A True Story With A Happy Ending...And A Gift.
I would like to share this true story with you, that I received in my mail recently. It is so touching and proves that there are truly Angels that watch over each of us on a daily basis. What a beautiful reminder to us all. This story was told by Lloyd Glenn. It is entitled
"The Birdies"
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 testing and profound impact on us, one we feel must be shared. 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 in route to Washington, D.C. 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, and a announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see the United Customer Service Representive immediately. I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I heard a gentlemen 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. 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 prepaired 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 Brain 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. 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 our gratitude and joy.
As we took Brian home we felt a unique revence 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 balanced 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 scared and remarkable story. "Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well it was so heavy and it hurt so 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 conceptof 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. Brain 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 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 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 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 a 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 couldnn'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 prretty 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 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 out 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 yo 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 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

I thank God every day for my two
beautiful Grand Daughters.
Jennifer Lynn & Shelby Sue
And a very important & special gift
their father, my son Eric,
and his wife Wendy

I love Angels with all my heart
because I know beyond any
doubt that I personally have
four angels with me at all times.
I thank God as well as the Angels
everyday for being with me and
guiding me .
"For he shall give His Angels charge over thee,
To keep thee in all thy ways"
Psalms 91:11

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That I have enjoyed reading.
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it as well.
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"Angels"
with the author's permission.

Angels
I saw you last night as
I drifted through the night.
Peaceful was the stillness
I wondered are you all right.
I secretly entered the room,
as you paced the floor
Why were you walking the room
at a quarter till four
I touched your hand,
as you stared into space
Alone and lonely, deep in thought,
I touched your face.
Quiet is the stillness of a room
empty as the chair
I watched you, and I told you
I was there.
Angels see, Angels fly,
let me be seen I ask of you
Time is precious, tears of emotion
are of hurt so true.
Sit down listen and you can see,
I am here talk to me.
Desperation, isolation,
you never will know
The one in the unknown,
still loves you so.
I ask, yet you never heard
My friend I am here.
Angels bring peace, and joy
may I leave some cheer.
My time is for you, what can I do?
You never answered .
Silently I touched your brow.
I visited you last night,
but you never saw me.
�
Clyde A. McClellen,Jr.

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