Things happen for a reason

I have just returned from a management development training where we also spent the evening together for some team building and time for conversations in an informal atmosphere.
I spoke to a relatively new colleague with Kurdish heritage. He told me a story which I liked so much, I thought it was worth retelling on my blog:

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There was a village with several families who all possessed items of the same value. Except for one family who also owned a horse. So all families envied this family telling them how lucky they were to own this horse. The father of the family owning the horse however responded: maybe good luck, maybe bad luck, who knows, we'll see.

One day, the horse escaped into the fields. So the village inhabitants came to see the farmer and to show their compassion for his loss. The man said: maybe good luck, maybe bad luck, who knows, we'll see. 

A week later, the horse returned with a herd of horses from the hills. This time the neighbors congratulated the farmer on his good luck. His reply was: maybe good luck, maybe bad luck, who knows, we'll see.

Then when the farmer’s son was attempting to tame one of the wild horses, he fell off its back and broke his leg. Everyone thought this was very bad luck. The farmer’s reaction: maybe good luck, maybe bad luck, who knows, we'll see.

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.

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 Thanks for sharing this story with me, Musa.