Once upon a time, The Captain and his lady were living in their very first home together. They were dreaming of babies, but many unproductive moons had come and gone, so they turned their attention to home updates and repairs. One day The Captain decided it was high time they had the roof fixed. Ever the responsible steward, he secured help from a few teenagers to remove the old shingles and scheduled some professionals for the following morning to lay the new ones, saving The Captain and his lady mucho dinero.
His lady checked the weather, and it looked like rain. She had a funny feeling about it all, but The Captain felt sure it was fine to proceed. And so they did. The Captain and his helper-boys secured numerous tarps over the roof, just as dusk began to descend.
As predicted, light rain fell, which turned into moderate rain, and then heavy rain. Then, it came a gully-washer. The Captain and his lady were both concerned about the tarps, but he was sure he had secured them as well as humanly possible. They slept, thinking forward to how nice it would be to have a new roof on their little love cottage.
A few hours before dawn, The Captain and his lady began to hear a quiet sound like that of fingertips tapping on the ceiling. When they turned on the lights, they saw tiny brown spots forming. In their sleepy stupor, it took them a few minutes to realize that the brown spots were where water was dripping through the 50-year-old slats of the bare roof into the ceilings. The tarps had been blown off.
, they said. Now we're going to have to figure out how to fix these little spots on the ceiling.
As they began to move throughout the house and get their day started, they noticed the brown spots were growing. Then the spots began pooling and dripping. The Captain started using towels to dry ceilings and walls, and his lady used up every pot, bowl, and bucket in the house trying to catch the drips.
It wasn't enough.
The leaks turn into gushes and pretty soon water was pouring in everywhere, from every door facing and through the pooled brown spots, which were starting to crack. The Captain and his lady began to panic and called The Captain's parents for help. They were on their way over when there was a crash.
The ceiling in the living room had caved in.
Room by room, the ceilings caved and walls ripped. The entire house was filled with wet insulation and sheetrock, and the smell of two-week-old stale wet laundry.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad rainy day.
The roofers did their work as The Captain held his lady while she sobbed and itched of insulation. They assured him that he had done just as they would have with the tarps; it was simply an unfortunate accident.
Why, God, why? they asked. Why did you allow this to happen? We have lost everything!
After a harrowing couple of days, The Captain and his lady were relieved to discover that the mess would be covered by insurance. Though it would be uninhabitable for several weeks, their little love cottage would be restored.
They moved out in garbage bags to the basement of The Captain's grandmother and lived there for eight weeks.
Quite often, The Captain and his lady would go by to check and see how things were progressing and to see if they could help the workers. One afternoon, The Captain's dad was with him and was looking up into the rafters. He noticed a very peculiar and the most essential detail of the entire tale:
The roofers had accidentally capped one of the age-old heater vents.
Had The Captain and his lady turned on the heat when winter arrived, they would have been killed.
They never would have known this, if their love cottage had not been gutted to the frame because of all the water damage.
You ask why? God showed them. So you would live.
After two months, The Captain and his lady moved back into their little love cottage. It was a little cleaner and a whole lot shinier, but it still felt like home.