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You know, this reminds me of an old parable. You never know when the story ends.
One day a farmer found a beautiful stallion standing in his field. Nobody knew where it came from or how it got there. People all said how lucky he was that this horse came to him. He said, "Well, you never know when the story ends."
A week later the horse was mysteriously gone. People said how unlucky this was. The farmer said, "Well, you never know when the story ends."
A week later the horse was back, and with it was <i>another</i> stallion, <i>equally</i> beautiful. People remarked how very lucky the farmer was, but he just said, "Well, you never know when the story ends."
The next week the farmer's son was riding one of the stallions, and was thrown from the horse and broke his leg. How unlucky everyone said, but the farmer said, "You never know when the story ends."
The next week a war broke out. All of the healthy young men were drafted into the army, and many of them were killed, but because of his broken leg, the farmer's son was saved. People said how lucky this was. The farmer said, "You never know when the story ends."
The point is, it's grim now, and it looks like the end of everything. But you never know how it's <i>really</i> going to turn out. When you look back on this thirty years from now and see that throwing him out was <i>exactly</i> the thing to turn his life around, you might very well say... <i>you never know when the story ends</i>!
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