[Boleo]

An old Chinese parable tells of a poor man who lives with his teenage son. Their one possession is a horse, and they need the horse to ride to market, to pull their cart, to do the plowing-and the horse runs away. So everyone says, "Oh, what bad luck!"
And the man says, "We’ll see, we’ll see."
Well, the horse winds up leading a whole pack of wild horses back to their farm. And everyone says, "What good luck!"
He says, "We’ll, we'll see."
Then the son rides one of the horses and tries to tame it, and he falls and shatters his leg. Everyone says, "Oh no! What bad luck."
And the man says, "We'll see, we’ll see."
Before long an officer comes around from the court, conscripting young boys to fight an impossible war. And of course, all the boys in the neighborhood go except for the son, and they're all killed, and all his neighbors say, "Oh what good fortune you have!" And it goes on and on.