As parting words on our last day for Remedial Law, Judge J shared this story with us again:
There is a story of a farmer who used an old horse to till his fields.
One day, the horse escaped into the hills.
When the farmer’s neighbors sympathized with the old man over his bad luck,
the farmer replied, “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”
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 “Good luck? Bad luck? Who knows?”
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: “Bad luck? Good luck? Who knows?”
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. Was that Good luck or Bad luck? Who knows!
Found that copy of the story online and reposted it here for a clearer understanding. But, in Judge J’s version the farmer does not only say “Good luck, Bad luck, Who knows?” The farmer continues on to say “Still, I shall strive to do (better?) my best.”