[nukkad] we are never alone

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You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it 
will be too late. -Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882)
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WE ARE NEVER ALONE!!! 


This is a true story that occurred in 1994 and is told
by Lloyd Glenn: 
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. 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 my little son lying 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 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. 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 pray we never will be. 




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.

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!


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