The other day I found myself in a discussion about bad luck. A friend was talking about how sometimes it feels like things go against us and that we have a string of bad luck that makes things look less than hopeful. I asked my friend if they had ever considered that sometimes good luck comes to us disguised as bad luck. Sometimes, if we are patient, we will see that we were actually being saved from a far greater trial.
It made me think of a story I heard once, told to me as a Taoist tale. I went to the internet to see if I could find it in order to share it here. I found many different versions of the story and actually like this very American version.
As the story goes, there was once a farmer and his only son in the days just before the Civil War. Having only one horse, the farmer and son worked long hard days, sun up to sun down, just to get by, with nothing left to spare.
One day as the father and son plowed the fields, their horse got spooked and ran off. The son was devastated; “What bad luck, now what will we do?”
The father replied; “Good luck, bad luck, too soon to tell.”
The father and son continued to work the farm. Then one day their horse comes running back over the hill with 6 other horses. The son exclaimed, “What great luck, now we have all the horses we’ll ever need!”
To which the farmer replied; “Good luck, bad luck, too soon to tell.”
The next day as the farmer and son were working with the horses, one particularly difficult horse threw the son off his back and broke his leg. The son cried: “Oh father, I am so sorry, now you have to work the farm all by yourself. What bad luck!”
Once again the father replied: “Good luck, bad luck, too soon to tell.”
Several days later the Civil War broke out and all the able-bodied young men were sent off to war. The farmer’s son, having a broken leg, was forced to stay at home.
After the leg had healed, the father had the only farm around with a son to help and seven horses to boot. They worked the farm and prospered.
Good luck, bad luck. It’s too soon to tell.
Good luck, bad luck. It’s all in how you look at it.
Good luck, bad luck. Depends on which one you choose and what you make of it.
Bingo. Absolutely. Now you got it!
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Many times we are so busy focusing on what we have lost that we are unable to receive what it has allowed us to gain.
There is a nice short discussion you might enjoy that follows the story, just click the first link above to check it out.
Do you have a story about something that appeared to be bad luck that actually turned out to be a wonderful gift?