[Ohio-Communities-of-Faith] FW: The Birdies

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From: Larry Perry [mailto:larryperry at performancepress.ccsend.com] On Behalf Of Larry Perry
Sent: Sunday, October 24, 2021 12:11 PM
To: mmoore11 at kent.edu
Subject: EXT: The Birdies

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Letter from Larry

Sunday

October 24, 2021

Good Sunday Afternoon Everyone:

 Today's story is a beautiful one about "Birdies". It is

a little long, but read and enjoy.  

                 The Birdies 

 On July 22nd I was in route 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 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 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 appeared to be dead. CPR had been 

performed by a neighbor, who is a Dr., 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 the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, 

speaking 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 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 that day. 

 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...]    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 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 talked 

about 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. You have just been sent 

an Angel to watch over you. 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 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!

Much Love to each of you,

Larry

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