Once there lived a wise old man in a village. Although he was poor the king was jealous of him because he owned a beautiful white horse. He was offered an extravagant amount of money for the horse, but the man always refused, saying, “This is not just a horse to me, but a person and a friend… could you sell your friend? No, absolutely not!”
One morning he woke up and found his horse gone. As the news spread the whole village gathered at his house, “You old foolish man! It was just a matter of time before your horse would be stolen. You could have been rich had you sold it. What a misfortune!”
“We’ll see.” replied the old man. “It’s true that the horse is not in the stable, but how do you know whether it’s a misfortune or not?” The villagers laughed at him and said, “Don’t try to fool us, you silly man!”
A few days later, the horse returned and with her came several wild horses. Again the villagers came to the man’s house, “Old man, you were right. We are sorry for what we said. Now you have more beautiful horses. You can train them and sell them to earn money. What a blessing!”
The old man smiled, “We’ll see. Who knows, whether it’s a blessing or not?” This time people kept silent.
A couple of days later, the old man’s only son fell off one of the wild horses while trying to ride him, and broke his leg. Upon hearing .this villagers gathered again and told the old man: “You were right. Having more horses is not a blessing. Now your only son is injured. What a misfortune!”
Again the old man replied: “We’ll see.”
One month later, war broke out and all the young people of the village were forced to join the military. The villagers all gathered and cried, “Our sons are gone forever… Your son’s injury indeed turned out to be a blessing!”
The old man replied, “Whether it is a blessing or a misfortune_nobody knows… Only God knows!”
Life reveals itself to us in fragments. Sometimes, when something happens, it’s better not to jump to conclusions but to let it be and wait. A seeming misfortune may be a blessing in disguise and vice versa. There’s always a higher plan unfolding.