Joseph Bailey41 said:Luck or Bad Luck
An old man and his son were working on their ranch out in Montana. They had just one horse to their name. One day, that horse broke loose and ran off.
“That’s terrible!” the neighbors would say, shaking their heads. “What a disaster!”
“Is it luck? Is it bad luck? Honestly, who can say?” the old man would simply reply.
The following week, the horse wandered back from the mountains, bringing five wild mares along with him.
“Now that is some serious luck!” the neighbors shouted.
“Luck? Bad luck? Who knows?” the old man replied.
A day later, while trying to break in one of those new mares, the son fell hard and broke his leg.
“What a misfortune!” the neighbors lamented.
“Luck? Or bad luck?” the old man asked.
Then war broke out. The army rolled through town and drafted all the healthy young men. Since the starčev son was injured and couldn't serve, they left him behind.
“Luck? Or bad luck?”
Once there was a king who lived for the hunt. One day, he headed out into the woods with his retinue to track some wild deer. After wandering through the brush for a while, the king and his crew spotted a buck standing in a clearing. One of the servants got flustered—his finger slipped, the gun went off, and by some stroke of terrible luck, the king took a bullet right in his right thumb. Once they made it back to the castle and the king had recovered, he issued a single command: bring him the servant responsible for costing him his thumb through such sheer stupidity...
"Do you have anything to say for yourself before I hand down your sentence?" the King asked.
The lackey gets a little too bold and replies with a humble shrug: "Look, Your Majesty—even if I did cost you an arm and a leg—I have to tell you, you honestly never know what's actually worth having..."
The King lost his mind—furious beyond belief—and sentenced the servant to life in prison. Some time passed before the King headed back out into the woods for a hunt with his entourage. While trekking through the forest, they were ambushed by a tribe of cannibals. The savages snatched up all of the King's attendants, leaving him alone. However, they let the King go once they noticed he was missing a finger—apparently, they took it as a bad omen... So, the King retreated to his estate and immediately ordered that the servant be dragged straight out of the dungeon.
"When those cannibals finally spared my life, I remembered what you told me. You were right—dead on. I need to ask for your forgiveness, and in return, you can name your price," the king said to his servant.
His assistant shot back: “Don’t even worry about apologizing—I’m not asking for anything. Honestly, if you hadn't thrown me in solitary, I probably would've tagged along on that hunt with you... and I’d be dead by now. That cell might have felt like a punishment, but it actually saved my life.”