There is a Chinese story of an old farmer who had an old
horse for tilling his fields. One day the horse escaped into the hills, and
when the farmer's neighbours sympathized with the old man over his bad luck,
the farmer replied, “Bad luck, good luck, who knows?” And when a week later the
horse returned with a herd of wild horses from the hills, and his neighbours
congratulated him on his good luck, he replied, “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 or bad luck? Who
knows? “Whatever happens to us may be for our own good; though it may not seem
so at the time.”
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