{"id":1320,"date":"2008-01-20T20:22:57","date_gmt":"2008-01-20T20:22:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/inacreditavel.ioio.info\/?p=1320"},"modified":"2008-01-20T21:33:31","modified_gmt":"2008-01-20T21:33:31","slug":"story-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.inacreditavel.pt\/?p=1320","title":{"rendered":"Story of life"},"content":{"rendered":"

Once upon a time a very poor man had a beautiful horse.
\n<\/font>The master of the land asked him repeatedly to sell the horse, but every time, the old man refused him.
\n– This horse is not a simple animal for myself, is a friend. How can I sell my friend?
\nOne morning he went to the stable and discovered that the horse disappeared.
\nAll the peasants said to him:
\n– We’ve told you. You had to sell the horse. Now is gone. What a terrible bad luck!
\n– Bad luck or good luck? said the old man. Who can say?
\nEverybody laughed, but after 15 days the horse came back followed by a herd of wild horses. Escaped from the stable, the horse had found a wild mare and came back with the whole herd.
\n– What luck! said the peasants.
\nThe old man and his son started to train the wild horses. But just a week after, his son broke a leg trying to train the horses.
\n– Bad luck! told to him the peasants. What are you going to do without your son’s help?
\n– Bad luck, good luck, who can tell? said the old man.
\nAfter few days the soldiers of the land master forced all the young men from the village to join the army. All, except one… the old man’s son, which had the leg broken.
\n– How lucky you are! cried the peasants. All our sons will go to war, but you can keep yours at home. Our sons will probably die…
\nBut the old man said: “Bad luck, good luck, who knows?”
\nThe future comes to us in pieces. We never know what’s going to happen next.<\/font><\/p>\n

But if we always keep a positive attitude, all the doors will remain opened, and we’ll be happier.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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