The Little Boy Who Was Helped by “Birdies” While Trapped Beneath a Garage DoorUnproven!



Summary of eRumor:
An inspirational story said to be told by a man named Lloyd Glenn.  His three-year-old son, Brian, was nearly crushed to death by a garage door.  After hospitalization and recovery, the boy told his parents vivid accounts of what he called “birdies” that were with him during the ordeal.  His parents realized he was talking about spiritual experiences he had while unconscious.

The Truth:

It’s a touching story and written believably, but we have never been able to document the source of it.  Anybody got more details on this one?

A real example of the eRumor as it has appeared on the Internet:

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
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
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 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 one 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 how we felt 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
“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
“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, 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
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
“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
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.
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!