A week later, the horse returned
with a herd of wild horses from the hills and this time, the neighbours
congratulated the farmer on his good luck. His reply was, “Good luck, bad luck,
who knows?'
Then, when the farmer's son
attempted to tame one of the wild horses, he fell off its back and broke his
leg. Everyone thought this was a very bad luck. Not the farmer, whose only
reaction was, “Bad luck, good luck, who knows?”
Some weeks later the army marched
into the village and conscripted every able-bodied youth they found there. When
they saw the farmer's son with his broken leg they let him off. Now was that
Good luck, bad luck, who knows?
Moral: Whatever happens to us may
be for our own good; though it may not seem so at the time.
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