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Dear All,
Dari milis tetangga... selamat menikmati..
Johny Rusly
www.andatidaksendiri.com
On July 22nd I was in route to Washington , DC for a business trip. It wa s
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 he 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 theMission 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 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 da mage.
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 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 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 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. 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 contin ued, 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 talked about his
birdies..
Everywhere he went, h e 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.
You have just been sent an Angel to watch over you. Some people come into o ur
lives and quickly go...Some people become friends and stay awhile...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...
Wassalam,
ramang H d3molinggo
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