Maybe |
| There is a Taoist story
of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his
horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such
bad luck," they said sympathetically. "Maybe," the farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing
with it three other wild horses. "How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. "Maybe," answered the farmer. The day after, military officials came to the village to draft
young men into the army. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed
him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well |