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
the door to leave the plane, and I heard a
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
young man came toward me and said, "Mr. Glenn,
is an emergency at your home. I do not know what
the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take
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
distant telephone where I called the number he
me for the Mission Hospital. My call was put
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
and the paramedics had continued the treatment as
was transported to the hospital.
By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they
he would live, but they did not know how much
had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They
that the door had completely closed on his little
right over his heart. He had been severely
speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded
but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her
The return flight seemed to last forever, but
finally I arrived
at the hospital six hours after the garage door
down. When I walked into the intensive care unit,
could have prepared me to see my little son laying
on a great big bed with tubes and monitors
He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who
and tried to give me a reassuring smile.
It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was
the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian
going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated
his heart was OK, two miracles in and of
But only time would tell if his brain received any
Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife
calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all
I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline.
night and the next day Brian remained unconscious.
seemed like forever since I had left for my
the day before.
Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son
consciousness and sat up uttering the most
words I have ever heard spoken. He said, "Daddy
and he reached for me with his little arms. By the
day he was pronounced as having no neuro- logical
physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous
survival spread throughout the hospital. You
imagine our gratitude and joy.
As we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence
the life and love of our Heavenly Father that
those who brush death so closely. In the days that
followed there was a special spirit about our
Our two older children were much closer to their
brother. My wife and I were much closer to each
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
Our gratitude was truly profound.
The story is not over (smile)! Almost a month
the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his
nap and said, "Sit down mommy. I have something to
tell you." At this time in his life, Brian usually
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
got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so
and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you
me. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad.
the 'birdies' came." "The birdies?" my wife asked
"Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a whooshing
flew into the garage. They took care of me." "They
"Yes," he said. "one of the birdies came and got
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
a three-year-old had no concept of death and
he was referring to the beings who came to him
as "birdies" because they were up in the air like
fly. "What did the birdies look like?" she asked.
answered, "They were so beautiful. They were
white, all white. Some of them had green and
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
confused. Brian answered. "The baby laying on the
He went on, "You came out and opened the garage
door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to
and not leave." My wife nearly collapsed upon
this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside
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
body and was looking down from above on this
lifeless form. "Then what happened?" she asked
"We went on a trip." He said, "Far, far away." He
agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem
the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort
and let him know it would be okay. He struggled
wanting to tell something that obviously was very
important to him, but finding the words was
"We flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty
he added. "And there are lots and lots of
birdies." My wife
was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting
enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency
had never before known. Brian went on to tell her
the "birdies" had told him that he had to come
tell everyone about the "birdies."
He said they brought him back to the house and
big fire truck, and an ambulance were there. A man
bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried
the man that the baby would be okay, but the man
couldn't hear him. He said the birdies told him he
to go with the ambulance, but they would be near
He said they were so pretty and so peaceful, and
didn't want to come back. Then the bright light
He said that the light was so bright and so warm,
he loved the bright light so much. Someone was in
bright light and put their arms around him, and
"I love you but you have to go back and you have
play baseball, and tell everyone about the
Then the person in the bright light kissed him and
bye-bye. Then woosh, the big sound came and they
into the clouds. The story went on for an hour. He
us that "birdies" were always with us, but we
them because we look with our eyes and we don't
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
because they love us so much. Brian continued,
"I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy has
plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our
keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that
they love us so much."
In the weeks that followed, he often came to us
all, or part of it, again and again. Always the
the same. The details were never changed or out of
A few times he added further bits of information
the message he had already delivered. It never
amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak
his ability when he talked about his birdies.
he went, he told strangers about the "birdies."
Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely
did this. Rather, they always got a softened look
face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been
same ever since that day, and I pray we never will