Monday, 7 April 2008



An American Indian Chief was skilled in interpreting events. One day for no reason his horse ran away to the plains. Every-one tried to console him. “What a pity” they said.

“Maybe” the chief replied.

Some months later the horse returned with a splendid wild stallion. “What great fortune” the people congratulated him.

“Maybe” the chief replied.

Their household was richer by a fine horse, which his son loved to ride. One day he fell off and broke his hip. “How sad, ” the people said with pity in their eyes.

“Maybe” the chief replied.

A few weeks later a neighbouring tribe declared war and every able-bodied man went into battle. The tribe lost nine of every ten men. The son was not able to fight because of his injury.

Blessing turns to disaster and disaster to blessing; the changes have no end, nor can the mystery be fathomed.

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