Once upon a time there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.
“Maybe,” the farmer replied.
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.
“Maybe,” replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
“Maybe,” answered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
“Maybe,” said the farmer.
--Zen Parable... the morning an illegal Interpol Washington led joint task force operation landed me in a German prison, and now has been completely wiped from the records, one of my closest friends told me this parable... He said he needed to tell me this, and it was with a heavy heart, that the night before he dreamed something would happen... it was in my mind every day, through some of the most recent low times of my life. Since my unprecedented release and clearance of the false charges things have really taken off with the new face of @bone_tactical_knifeandtool ... Yet again I’ve gone through impossible circumstances to come out to amazing blessings. I have only God to thank, and a few good friends...