A Pigeon Parable of Perspective (Part 2)

(You can read Part 1 of this parable by clicking here)

Dodah breathed prayers as they reached the stairwell to their apartment building. She could hear water lapping and splashing down below them on the stairs. Cold air rushed up from there, as if from a icy monster's mouth. D'Anjou's voice echoed on the walls as he excitedly asked, "Where are we going?"
"Up to the roof," Dodah told him.
"But what about down-" he started to shine the flashlight downstairs, but she quickly took it away from him. "No, no, don't look there. We have to hurry. Come on!"

A Pigeon Parable of Perspective

People rushed out of their rooms and stampeded up the stairs in frantic herds. None of them would tell Dodah what it looked like outside, they were too busy. The wail of several unattended storm alerts emanated from rooms that she passed. She wondered if her mother was safe at the hospital.
Suddenly, the thin yellow beam of their flashlight fell on something gruesome. Someone had fallen on the steps. A young man a little older than Dodah was splayed out in an awkward, painful-looking position, completely still, with his eyes closed.
"What's the matter with him?!" D'Anjou squawked.
Nausea swept over Dodah in hot waves, along with anxious, horrible feelings connected to her father's death. She started to hurry her brother past the sight. But then another memory suddenly came to her. She remembered the pigeon that had busted itself against her window. Compassion tamed the former surge of anxiety. She slowly turned back to the young man and shone the flashlight on his face. He seemed to squint the tiniest bit, then he moaned in pain. Dodah quickly knelt beside him and touched his shoulder.
"Hey! Hey, are you alright?!" she asked.
"My... head..."
The young man shakily reached up and touched a bruise on his face, then he opened his eyes and looked around. "Where am I?"
"On the stairwell. We need to get to the roof," Dodah started to tell him before D'Anjou suddenly pointed downstairs.
"Look, Dodah! Water! Why is there water in here?!"
"We have to get out! Hurry!" she replied, straightening to a standing position again.
The young man was slightly dizzy as he stood, but remembering the danger had given him an unexpected burst of energy. Dodah steadied him as he gained his footing. Soon the trio was scrambling up the stairs together. There was a short exchange where they learned that the stranger's name was Eric, but the situation was too pressing to allow any more conversation than that.

. . . . .

Dodah had just noticed a dim grey light at the top of the stairs when D'Anjou suddenly slipped and fell down. He landed on his hand wrong while trying to catch himself, and his whole face wrinkled up as he started loudly crying. Dodah immediately scooped him up and tried to comfort him, but he wouldn't let her touch his hand at all. It hurt too much. Dodah's big sister heart hated to see her brother in pain, but she knew that there was a greater danger down below. The water was still coming. Eric had paused with them and was nervously watching their surroundings. Sweat beads of anxiety and exhaustion dribbled down his brow.
"It's not much farther to the roof," he reminded her.
Dodah knew he was right. She set D'Anjou on the steps again and tried to get him to hurry like before. But the little boy was still very upset and one of his knees were badly scraped. He screeched and whined until Eric reached down and picked him up, then he whimpered instead.
The trio began to hustle to safety again. Soon they reached the source of grey light up above them, a half-open door leading to the roof.
Soggy rain and fresh gales of air greeted them up on the roof. Their fellow apartment dwellers were huddled nearby, trying to make enough noise to attract a rescue helicopter in the distance. Dodah dropped to her knees beside D'Anjou as Eric set him on his feet.
"Can I see your hand now?" she asked.
"It hurts," D'Anjou wearily sobbed, holding his arm with his other hand to support it.
Inspiration suddenly came to Dodah.
"Remember that pigeon with a broken leg that I helped?" she told him. "It felt a lot better after I made a splint for it. What if I try to find something to make a splint for you? Would that help you feel better?"
D'Anjou's loud cries toned down. Raindrops flooded down his face as he nodded at his big sister.
"What do you need? I'll try to find it," Eric quietly volunteered.
"We need some rags and a stick or something," Dodah halfway turned to tell him.
He was already handing her his pocketknife. After she took it, he trotted off to go find something long and light.
While Dodah was cutting strips of fabric off the bottom of her pajama pants, she heard something familiar.
Coo coo... coo coo...
"Look!" D'Anjou squealed in delight.
Dodah raised her head, then smiled. A whole flock of pigeons was up on the roof with them, staying dry under a piece of scrap metal.
"Are those your pigeons? The ones you've been helping?" D'Anjou asked.
"I guess so, little pear," Dodah replied, thankful for the look of excitement beaming off his face instead of pain.
Eric came bustling back to her, holding a couple different sizes of metal rods. Dodah thanked him, but hardly saw him, instead she was distracted by a gentle feeling in her soul. She felt as if God was talking to her somehow.
Those pigeons, they had purpose in her life. They weren't just random trials, they were preparation drills for something greater. The same way that King David had been trained by a lion and a bear to fight the mighty giant Goliath, she had been coached by these feathery grey visitors to her windowsill so that she would be prepared for this present trial.
Tears joined the raindrops dripping down Dodah's face as the rescue helicopter made it to the roof and started loading people.
"Thank you, Lord," she whispered. "I didn't understand, but You knew best all along."