Last year during labor day weekend I had surgery for breast cancer. Several days later, while I was recovering at home, I woke up from that semi sleepy state resulting from four hours of anesthesia to see that a small bird had flown into the room.

No idea how it got in, we have screens on the windows and doors.

The bird was sitting on my bed! I was still for maybe a minute. I looked at bird, bird looked at me. When I moved bird flew on top of armoire for a few seconds and then flapped around the room. I got out of bed, opened the window and… by by birdie.

No I was not hallucinating and I have no explanation nor a specific meaning that I attach to the event. But I do know it was a blessing.

Marge Schiller
Hingham, MA