Not once in the one hundred year history of this town has there ever been a flood. That was true right up until last year, when a massive flood hit the area and destroyed most of my family home. This is an ancestral home, mind you, one that was built when the area was first being settled. My great grand-grandparents homesteaded the region, and handed the property down to their family. I had only been given the house the year before the flood hit, and now I was left with a choice. If I decided to rebuild the house I would need everything, from electrical grids to new plumbing, drywall, air ducts, and a completely new HVAC system. On the other hand, I could just sell the land and not have to worry about paying for a new furnace and a new house. I was not a very handy person, and my first instinct was to sell, but then I had a chance meeting with an HVAC repair technician who changed my mind. This man was elderly, and had known my parents for years, he had even installed the first and the last furnaces the house had. This man told me how much he loved that old house, and how he would do all the HVAC work for me for free if I decided to stay. Of course, the heating and cooling work was just a tiny fraction of all the work that needed to be done. The gesture was so kind that I took the HVAC technician up on his offer and decided to rebuild.