Elvis💕

I'm going to share a story on how my brothers and I became known as "The Wrecking Crew"... We were in Vegas, and it was my turn to wake Elvis up... I tried several times, but he wouldn't get up, so I went into the living room and got Rick and David... When we returned to the bedroom I asked them what should I do, since they had been doing this longer than I had... They told be several ways they had done it, but I looked over and saw a picture of water beside the bed and pointed to that... We all smiled at each other... We knew no one had ever done anything like this to Elvis, but together as brothers we stood strong... Rick grabbed the water and threw it on Elvis... Elvis jumped to his feet on the bed and yelled, what the hell... My brothers and I started laughing so hard we could barely stand up... Elvis said, oh, you think that's funny, uh??? Then he jumped off the bed and tackled all 3 of us, at one time... We were still laughing so hard we couldn't really fight back, then he grabs some water bottles and started poring it on us... That's when we started to fight back... It became a big "free for all", we were knocking over everything in the bedroom... We made so much noise that a few of the guys that worked for Elvis came running into the room, as we saw them and the looks on their faces we stopped the wrestling match and started laughing at them... We laid there for several minutes, laughing and trying to catch our breath, we realized how great it was to have brothers and how lucky the 4 of us were... The funny part to this story is, Elvis was easier to wake up for the next few weeks..

A story from DAVID STANLEY ::THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM

A personal story about the Elvis I love.

During the years I spent with Elvis I saw him do many remarkable spiritual healings from his authentic self. Yet, none touched my heart like the one that I witnessed him do during a concerti n 1975.

Part of my responsibilities while on tour with Elvis was to make sure security was in place at the front of the concert stage before his performances. On this particular evening, I went out on the stage like I had done so many times before. Exiting the stage, I noticed a group of people in a reserved area that all of us on tour considered the “VIP” section. On this particular night, there was one young man in the section that caught my eye. He was in a wheelchair. His arms twisted in and his legs turned inward. In his hands he grasped a frame with the words to a song, “Impossible Dream.” I knew this song because Elvis often included it in his set. As I drew closer I noticed at the bottom of the lyrics in broken handwriting he had written, “My impossible dream is to meet Elvis Presley.”

This was one dream that I knew I could make come true. I walked up to the young man in the chair, placed a backstage pass on his shirt, and informed his parents he was coming with me.

I rolled him backstage to Elvis’s dressing room and told a policeman to keep his eye on him, that I would be right back. I entered Elvis’s dressing room where he was putting the finishing touches on his hair just moments before his concert.

“Elvis, there is someone I want you to meet.”

“David, you know better than that. I don’t see anyone before I go on stage.”

“But Elvis, this is somebody special.”

Reluctantly, Elvis said, “Okay, bring him in. This better be good.”

I brought the boy into the dressing room. When he saw Elvis, his eyes lit up. His disease-riddled body began to shake. With every ounce of energy he could muster up, he slurred “ELVIS.”

When Elvis saw him, he was so overcome with emotion he simply walked over, fell on his knees next to the boy, dropped his head in his lap and began to weep. Still grasping the frame the young man began stroking Elvis’s hair with his crippled hand.

This was the most beautiful sight that I had ever witnessed. Elvis had met politicians, royalty, celebrities, and spiritual leaders but in spite of all that, he was most humbled by what he saw in this incredible young man.

After a moment I tapped Elvis on the shoulder, leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Boss, we’ve got to go. You got a show to do.”

He stood up and regained his composure. “Make sure you take care of my friend here.”

“Consider it done, Boss.”

Instead of taking him back to his section, I kept him right next to me, assuring he had the best seat in the house. Elvis came out on stage that night to a massive crowd full of energy and excitement. He ripped through one song after another leaving the crowd begging for more.

Suddenly, Elvis turned to his music coordinator and whispered, “Impossible Dream.”

At the sound of the first notes, the smile on the young man’s face grew bigger. I had an assistant help me pick the boy’s wheelchair up and place it on the corner of the stage. Elvis caught a glimpse of this and walked over and sang directly to him.

Tears rolled down the young man’s face. His impossible dream was coming true, right before my very eyes. The boy held up the frame. It wasn’t until that moment that Elvis saw the handwritten phrase, “My impossible dream is to meet Elvis Presley.” He took the frame from the boy’s hands as he sang the last lyric, “to reach the unreachable star.”

In the hundreds of concerts that I had done with Elvis Presley, there had never been a time where the audience did not give a standing ovation after one of his songs. On this night, instead of applause, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of tears from 20,000 people dropping on the concrete floor of the sold out concert hall.

The love that Elvis showed that night toward that young man was as Christ like as anything I had ever seen in my life. In that moment, Elvis saw the perfection of this crippled man. What’s more, this young man felt his own perfection and saw himself as Christ would see him. He experienced Elvis’s gift of healing firsthand. As a result, his life would never be the same again. This was the authentic side of Elvis Presley that the public was drawn to

WHY IS ELVIS WEARING THE TURBAN

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That photo was taken at my Karate School in Glendora, Ca. where Elvis came to visit David Hebler and some of his students. In a few of the pictures that were taken that day you can see two young girls on either side of Elvis. Those are Davids two daughters. Kris is on the left and Lorie is on the right in the pictures.

DAVID HABLER:

Why Elvis appeared that day in the turban had us all wondering, me especially. So I asked Elvis about it and he answered that his hair looked like shit that day and he didn’t want to go out in public with his hair looking like that so he grabbed the turban and jammed it on his head as he was leaving his house to come visit us.

🌺Elvis with Governor Buford Ellington's daughter, Ann, 1961