As Long As The Candle Burns, Fixing Is An Option

In recently posted pictures you can view the busted and then fixed hole in my ceiling. My ceiling situation reminded me of the analogy of the father who put nails in his son's ceiling whenever the son misbehaved. Eventually he took the nails out when the son behaved well. And after that - when the son behaved very well - the father redid the ceiling and all the holes were gone. So too, our mistakes. We put thumbtacks in boards where they don't belong, then the tacks are removed but the holes remain - until, with grace, the holes are fixed. Maybe. Teshuvah. Life is all about fixing.

The hole in my ceiling wasn't my fault. A pipe broke 2 flights up and went wild. All I saw was a drip and when I saw something I said something. The ceiling got soaked, as did the walls. Finally the ceiling collapsed and then was - partially - redone. The walls were shaved down and plastered. And yet the wetness is still there and mold came along.

What am I to make of these wall issues, this modern tzara'at?