There was a period in my life where my world caved in from every conceivable side: fire, sickness, career catastrophe, car accident, you name it. They all rained down on me within a relatively short period of time and left me with a healthy case of post-traumatic stress syndrome. So it was certainly hard not to think the sky was falling when a leak developed in my bedroom that turned into a gaping hole--a hole that wasn’t fixed for more than nine years.