Things happen for a reason.

I have always said that things happen for a reason. I have told people that all my life because I believe it. But I have a hard time remembering this phrase for myself.

Until today, that is.

This morning I was late getting the kids and I out the door for school. My virtual therapy session took longer than expected by a few minutes. And then, as I’m heading out of town and onto the highway, I get stuck behind 2 cars. The car in front, going below the speed limit, the one in between us, won’t pass. I am stuck behind the first car until a block before my sons school.

Needless to say, we were about 10 minutes late today.

Now normally, my daughter (1 1/2 years old) will drive to the other e do of town to hang out at my grandparents house while we wait for my sons preschool class to be finished. (2 1/2 hours)

But today, we didn’t plan on going there, because my daughter had a speech therapy appointment.

Now, the way to the clinic, actually passes by my grandparents, so I would have driven the same route, but I decided last minute, “I’ll go grab a coffee with the gift certificate my brother got me for Christmas while we wait.”

So instead of turning, I went straight.

Upon doing so, I swerved a little to avoid a sad little lump in the road. But as I passed by, I saw that the poor little lump was a bird, and it was alive, just unable to move.

I drove a bit, and turned around. It took me a bit to get back to the poor bird but thankfully no one hit it in my absence. I drive up, put on my flashers and I jump out of the car, snatch up the sad bird from the rainy pavement and speeding cars. I held it close to my heart and I drove off the back road that I normally would have driven down.

I stopped on the side of the road and I was able to get a makeshift carrier settled. My nice under armor cooler was in the front seat thankfully. (It’s usually in the trunk, but it was moved in order to fit Christmas presents. I had a sweatshirt of mine tucked in between car seats in the back that I nestled in the bottom of the cooler. It was cold so I held it in front of the heater vents to warm up. I put the bird in and covered it up with a sleeve.

Tucked in and safe, warm and dry, the cute little guy eventually fell asleep. When we finally got home, I was able to see that it’s leg is injured. I think the wings are fine, but it might take a miracle to give this bird a second chance. I can only hope that, regardless of the outcome, I was able to give love and peace for this scared beautiful creature. I will keep y’all updated, for better or worse.

But for now, a sweet and innocent pigeon lays quietly in my room, sleeping and hopefully healing.

~A