Picture this scene: I’m in the lobby having a meeting with a visitor when my phone rings. Thinking to myself how impolite it is  to answer, I still pick up the phone, and it’s my friend, panic stricken: Sula! Your home is on fire! Me (turning around to look out of the glass front of the lobby): What are you talking about? Then I see a big black cloud of smoke rising from the front of the building. I’m starting to feel a little concern for the family living above me and whatever construction work is going on on the roof of the building. So, I turn to my friend on the phone and say: No, that’s not my home. Looks like something on the roof is on fire. Friend: No! It’s your home! Your home is on fire! And as people start to panic, and workers begin to yell – Fire! Everyone out! Everyone out! – I begin to realize that … maybe my friend is right. Maybe I should go and check …