There was an old farmer who had worked his farm for many years.
One day his horse ran away.
Hearing the news, his neighbours came to visit.
“That’s bad luck,” they said sympathetically.
“We’ll see,” the farmer replied.
The next day, the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses.
“How wonderful,” the neighbours pronounced.
“We’ll see,” replied the farmer.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the horses, but he was thrown and broke his leg.
The neighbours arrived to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
“We’ll see,” uttered the farmer.
The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men for the army.
Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by.
The neighbours congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.
“We’ll see” said the farmer.
A complaint with an accompanying solution is just noise. Kirk