Good News, Bad News…Who Knows?
There once was a poor farmer who had only two things in life: His beloved son and his horse. One day, the farmer’s horse escaped from the corral and ran away. The farmer’s friends and neighbors came to console him, saying how sad it was that his only horse had run away. The wise old farmer replied “Good news, bad news…who knows?”
A few weeks later, the people of the village heard a thunderous sound. Looking out his window, the farmer saw his lost horse had returned, galloping into the coral and followed by an entire herd of wild horses. All the farmer’s friends and neighbors came to see what all the commotion was, and congratulated him on his good fortune. “Good news, bad news…who knows?” was the farmer’s reply.
A few days later the farmer’s only son was out training the horses when one of the stallions threw him to the ground, breaking his leg. All the farmer’s friends and family came to see him, to console him during this tragedy. The farmer’s reply was, of course, “Good news, bad news…who knows?”
And then one day the village again heard a thunderous sound. This time, it was the king’s army that was marching through the town. The country was at war and required the service of every able-bodied man in the country. A captain called on the farmer, but upon seeing the crippled state of his only the son, the soldier replied, “He’s no good to us; let’s move on.”
That evening, all of the farmer’s friends and neighbors came to his door, sobbing and crying over the loss of their sons. They wailed and cried out, “But you are so blessed to have your son at home!”
And the farmer’s reply? “Good news, bad news…who knows?”