As Disasters While we may dream of opportunity knocking on our door in the form of Oprah bringing us a new car or hitting the lottery, the biggest opportunities in my life have come disguised as something less appealing. When my father was dying and my sister was crumbling under the stress of taking care of him, we made a pact to sign up for a fiction workshop and get a start on the novels we’d always talked about writing one day. It became an escape from the reality of hospital waiting rooms and long hours at the dialysis clinic. At the end of three months I had about 30…