I've been an atheist pretty much all my life. However to make a long story short, the death of two very close people in my life triggered some questioning about God. Today, my girlfriend and I are planning to get married but unfortunately, I do not have the required Catholic sacraments namely the Eucharist and Confirmation. I've talked to my local priest last week to start the process and to, of course, talk about God and Jesus.
Fast forward to today, something happened. I have a beautiful bird. As he was standing on my shoulder, my girlfriend opened the outside door and he flew off me to see her but he missed her and flew outside. Cue panic mode. We start looking everywhere for him. After a while, we hear him in a tree in my neighbor's backyard. We call for him and he responds, but we can't see him in the tree. After a while, we see a bunch of birds flying away and he stops responding when we call him.
In desperation, my girlfriend and I start walking around the block to see if we can hear him in a tree, to no avail. I come back into my backyard and, for the first time in my life, I genuinely sincerely ask God for help (I was also wearing my crucifix pendant, which I hadn't worn in a while).
I got back to the tree we heard him from and I call for him again.
I hear his distinct little cry again.
At this point, my girlfriend had came back and she follows me to the neighbor's backyard and after looking for a short while, we see the little bugger! He's pretty high up there, at least 30 feet high near the end of a pretty big branch, big enough to support me.
So I run to grab a ladder, I set it against the tree and I start climbing. Up the ladder, then up the slippery branches. It was an awkward and dangerous climb. I hoist myself up to the branch my bird was standing on and he finally sees me! He starts getting exited but he's too scared to come to me, although I can see him trying.
I start walking on the branch and I manage to get close enough so he can jump on my finger. I slowly get back toward the place where I hoisted myself up using only one hand because I'm holding him. I realize there is no way I'm doing this with one hand without falling 25 feet down to the ground, so I stuff my bird in my sweater and find my way back down to the ladder.
Once I'm on the ground, I run to the house to put him in his cage. I catch my breath a little while starting to realize what had just happened to me: I asked God for help, and He actually help me. And not in a distant abstract way: we're talking about a bird fully able to fly getting lost outside where there dozens of trees everywhere around.
For the first time, I joined my hands in prayer and I thanked Him. I thanked him for leading me to my bird. I thanked Him for giving me the strength to climb up the tree without seriously hurting myself.
Not gonna lie, I shed a few tears. I apologized to Him for being a sinner and for rejecting Him all these years.
I feel like a different man came down that tree.
TL:DR Lost a bird outside, asked God for help, found him in a tree after an hour, climbed towards the Heavens and got the bird back.