Reach Higher with PERSPECTIVE

“Once there was an old man who lived in a tiny village with his only son. Although poor, he was envied by all, because he owned a beautiful white horse. A horse like this had never been seen before – such was its splendor, its majesty, its strength.  People offered fabulous prices for the steed, but the old man always refused.

One morning he found that the horse was not in his stable. All the villagers came to see him. “You’re an old fool,” they scoffed, “we told you that someone would steal your horse. We warned you that you would be robbed. It would have been better to have sold him. You could have gotten whatever price you wanted. Now the horse is gone, and you’ve been cursed with misfortune.”

The old man responded, “Don’t speak too quickly. Say only that the horse is not in the stable. That is all we know; the rest is judgment. If I’ve been cursed or not, how can you know? How can you judge?”

After fifteen days, the horse returned. He hadn’t been stolen; he had run away into the forest. Not only had he returned, but he had also brought a dozen wild horses with him. Once again, the village people gathered around the woodcutter and spoke. “Old man, you were right, and we were wrong. What we thought was a curse was a blessing. Please forgive us.”

The man responded, “Once again, you go too far. Say only that the horse is back, and a dozen horses returned with him. How do you know if this is a blessing or not? You see only a fragment, you do not know the whole story.”

The woodcutters’ son began to break the wild horses. After a few days, he fell from one of the horses and broke both legs. Once again, the villagers gathered around the old man and cast their judgments.

“You were right,” they said. “You proved you were right. The dozen horses were not a blessing. They were a curse. Your only son has broken both his legs, and now in your old age you have no one to help you.”

The old man spoke again. “Say only that my son broke his legs.”

It so happened that a few weeks later the country engaged in war against a neighboring country. All the young men of the village were required to join the army. Only the old man’s son was excluded because he was injured. Once again, the people of the village showed up crying because their sons had been taken. There was little chance that they would return.

“You were right, old man,” They wept. “God knows you were right. This proves it. Your son’s accident was a blessing. His legs may be broken, but at least he is with you. Our sons are gone forever.”

The old man spoke again. “It is impossible to talk with you. You always draw conclusions. No one knows. Say only this. Your sons had to go to war, and mine did not. No one knows if it is a blessing or a curse. No one is wise enough to know. Only God knows.””

The moral:  Never trust the Village People! Just kidding.  

What we see depends on what we are looking for.  The thing that is happening right now is just a small fragment of a bigger story.  Don’t react and make something a bigger problem than it already is. We need to see what has been and what can be. Besides, jumping to conclusions is bad exercise.

The world around us should not impact our vision, standards, values, morals, or ethics.  As leaders, it is our role, our obligation, & our responsibility to hold fast to the tried and true, to be unwavering in our commitment to REACH HIGHER rather than the tendency to lower our standards and make excuses. 

As the crisis subsides, we gain time and distance. Passions calm. Anxiety fades. We begin to analyze and understand the crisis within a larger context.

The thing that happens is often only the first draft of history—not the whole story. Be patient. Today brings events—tomorrow brings a better perspective in the high calling of our daily work.

“Always take the High Road or the High 5!”

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