I think that absolutely, shit happens, and doesn't need a reason for doing so.
Everything is a learning experience though, and adds to who we are.
A while ago dh and I were sorting through our financial affairs and thought we'd made a massive mistake, the consequence of which would be losing everything, and I do mean everything.
I hugged dh and said, well you know if I have to, I could start working back at my old job, I could even do nights while we find you a job in the day and work around looking after dd. I could take on cleaning work or something at the weekends too to get some extra cash. If we have to live hand to mouth, well a hell of a lot of people do that, and we've done it before, we'll do it again. And I felt okay with that.
The next day we got a phone call from dh's brother, he had checked it all out for us with the relevant people and we hadn't made any terrbile errors after all, so everything is fine.
A part of me is convinced if I had gone nutty and gone on about not wanting to give up holidays or having a car or going nuts at the Next sale, then that phonecall wouldn't have come until I realised that money doesn't define who we are. And that I am prepared to drop my grand ideas of being a complementary therapist and go and clean loos if I have to, to feed us all.
Well I would make feck all money as a lapdancer.