Balloons as a base

Think about this:

There was a man who did so well for himself that everything that was wrong was saved up and shoved aside. He stored away all his bad thoughts in inaccessible closets in his mind.

One day, his prize bull knocked him over in the mud and he hit his head on a rock.

When he awoke, he killed the bull. Then he killed all the cows. He ran down all the chickens with his tractor and crashed it into the barn where it exploded.

He was thrown onto the ground, only mildly burned by the blast. He hit his head a second time on a rock.

When he awoke a second time, his sons were racing with hoses and buckets. He shambled over to where they were and bit them terribly until their blood was everywhere. Then he shambled toward the house.

Inside, he killed his wife and daughters, smothering the youngest in its crib. Then he attacked the walls till eventually the barn fire spread to the house and it burned down as well.

His clothing smoking, his hair a black stubble, his nostrils scorched off, his clothing still smoldering, he wandered into the fields and set them alight as well.

When his neighbors came at last to help him, he told them that God was punishing him, that God and the devil were toying with his fate up in heaven, making the most awful things happen, just to test him.

But somehow his faith was still strong that God would not forsake him: there were rewards waiting in heaven if not on earth: something more lasting would occur to make sense of it all.

What do you think happened next?