The following story has probably been told and retold a million times, but since I have been thinking about luck recently, I am going to retell it, too.

Once there was a farmer who owned a horse. One day, the horse ran away. His neighbours all said, “That’s bad luck.” To which the farmer replied, “How do you know it is bad luck?”

The next day, the horse returns. With it are ten other horses. His neighbours all said, “That’s good luck.” To which the farmer replied, “How do you know it is good luck?”

Later that day, the farmer’s son tried to ride one of the new horses. The horse threw the farmer’s son off, resulting in the young man breaking his leg. His neighbours all said, “That’s bad luck.” To which the farmer replied, “How do you know it is bad luck?”

The next day, the king’s men came to the village. The king had declared war and all the young men were to be recruited into the army. The farmer’s son, with his broken leg, was excused…

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