Brooke was a beautiful young girl who grew up in a happy and loving home. One day, her father gave her an unusual gift — a small raven chick. By raising it, Brooke would learn responsibility and how to care for something. Unfortunately, one day she unexpectedly died for unknown reasons. During her funeral, the raven perched on her coffin, and that’s when something unbelievable and miraculous happened.

Brooke might have only been six years old, but she was strong, beautiful, and independent. She loved to spend time in the garden, looking at the plants and insects that played on them. She would run, jump, and play among the trees, climbing them, scraping her knees, and tearing her clothes. None of that mattered to her as long as she was having fun. She also enjoyed watching the fish swim in the streams and the birds fly overhead…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

Living in a small village in Cornwall, UK, life was slow and quiet. Brooke’s mother stayed at home to look after the house and her child, while her father was a sailor who would often spend weeks or even months away at sea. Brooke would miss him dearly when he was away, but she was always excited for when he finally returned.

Not only did she get to spend time with her father, but she also loved the strange, weird, and wonderful gifts he would bring her. Over the past few years, he had brought her shells from a Caribbean beach, exotic sculptures from some far-flung Middle Eastern country, and books and toys from across Europe and America. She loved all of her gifts and enjoyed showing them off to her friends, regaling them with stories about how her father would sail the seas and travel the world.

Brooke waited eagerly at the garden gate for her father to walk down the street. He had been away for two months this time and was due home at any moment. All of a sudden, she saw him slowly walking down the street. Brooke yelled with joy and ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms. She hugged him tightly and planted a big kiss on his cheek.

But she noticed something — there was no gift. He would usually hand a gift-wrapped item to her straight away, but there was none to be seen. That’s when he knelt down and placed something in her hand. She jumped a little as she felt it twitch in her palm and looked down to see a tiny baby bird. Her father told her that it was a small raven, no older than a week or two. He asked her to protect and look after it as if it were a real human baby.

Brooke was confused, but her face lit up when she realized the big responsibility she had on her shoulders. Over the next few weeks, Brooke spent all of her time with the raven. She fed it, gave it water to drink, and even taught it a few tricks. Ravens are very clever birds, and hers quickly picked up what the little girl was trying to teach it. The chick also started to grow, and over the weeks it learned how to fly. Brooke would take it outside and watch it roam in the sky with adoration. It could easily fly away and never return, but it always found its way back to Brooke.

It was clear that the girl and the bird had quite a strong connection. But one day, tragedy struck. While out in the garden, laying under the big tree, Brooke suddenly stopped breathing and clutched at her throat. The raven started loudly squawking, and within minutes, Brooke’s parents came to the window to see what all the fuss was about. Seeing their daughter writhing around on the ground, they ran outside and scooped her up, paying the raven no mind. They bundled the poor girl into the car and rushed her to the nearby hospital.

The raven sat in the tree and watched the car disappear down the street before swooping in through an open window and perching itself on Brooke’s bed. Upon arriving at the hospital, doctors quickly started to check Brooke’s lungs. A girl so young and healthy shouldn’t have any breathing issues, so it was important that they scanned her lungs to make sure there were no problems and to figure out what was causing the issue. It was also important to start her breathing again, as a lack of oxygen could cause serious and irreparable damage. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

All the while, her parents watched on with tears in their eyes. Despite the doctors’ best efforts, unfortunately, Brooke was declared dead. When they called the time of death, outside the window of the hospital room was the raven. It kept pecking at the glass and loudly squawking, but the staff kept shooing it away. A hospital was no place for a bird like that — it could not be allowed in, even if it was a pet. As Brooke’s distraught parents drove home, the raven pecked at their car as well, again making a lot of noise. Too stricken by grief, they ignored it.

Once they arrived home and began making funeral preparations, the raven kept trying to get their attention, but they had no time for it. The day of Brooke’s funeral came soon. Her parents, family, and friends all wept as they mourned the little girl lying still in her small coffin. The lid was open to allow people to say their goodbyes. She looked so frail and innocent in her coffin, as if she were some kind of precious porcelain doll. No one could quite believe that she was gone, and the grief in the room was palpable. Many people cried as they walked past Brooke, stroking her face and kissing her cheek.

But there was one attendant at the funeral that many people had not expected to see. The raven was sitting in a nearby tree, watching over the proceedings. Every now and then, it would fly up and circle the gathered people, making a loud cawing noise. Brooke’s parents held their breath as it finally swooped down and perched on the coffin, curiously looking at its friend’s body. Suddenly, the bird started to make a strange buzzing, cooing noise as if it were asking a question. It hopped to and fro from the lid to the side of the coffin and then back again.

After a few minutes, the bird started pecking at Brooke’s body as if it were trying to wake her up. Her parents were moved to see such a sight, and while they recognized that the raven must have been feeling its own form of grief, they knew it couldn’t stay there pecking at the girl. They tried shouting at it, but it wouldn’t budge, even starting to peck at her mouth.

That behavior looked disgraceful to the family, but it was hiding a secret motive everybody was about to discover. As the father approached the open casket, he flailed his arms in the air to shoo the bird away. It flapped and squawked, but reluctantly took off and flew up to a nearby tree, looking down intently. All eyes followed the raven as it made the short journey, but as they all focused back on the coffin, they froze.

Brooke was sitting up. On her lap was a walnut-sized kind of egg — one that had come from an insect and grown and multiplied. It had become lodged in her throat after falling out of the tree that she had been laying under in the garden. When she was rushed to the hospital, the doctors had assumed the issue was with her lungs, so they had only checked her with an x-ray to the chest, which had revealed nothing. What they hadn’t checked was Brooke’s throat. The lack of oxygen had sent her into a coma, and she was wrongly pronounced dead despite still being able to take slow and shallow breaths.

Brooke looked at her mother and father, who threw themselves at her, hugging and kissing her. Their daughter was alive! Shocked, they realized that the raven had known it all along. It had tried to communicate that message to Brooke’s parents many times, but they had not understood. The bird pecking at Brooke’s face and mouth was its way of trying to remove the blockage itself. Thankfully, by doing so, the bird had just enough time to save Brooke’s life.