Wisdom in Pooh?

A couple of books that I keep in my (most likely worthless, but priceless to me) private library are an interesting approach to Taoism. They've been brought to mind twice, recently and so I pulled one of them out to find my favorite story. Before I share it or the name of the books, I'd like to explain how I first heard this story. I have mentioned that there are very few things I am good at but once my sisters-in-law and I agreed that we would join something together. The first idea was kickboxing but it settled on yoga. My one sister in law was pregnant and they didn't recommend that she start practicing yoga in an advanced state of pregnancy (however it IS remarkably beneficial if you are practicing yoga before and continue through, pregnancy.) I digress. I ended up taking the class alone. I join mid-session and then continued on with a new teacher for my first full beginning session. My first teacher's name has slipped from my memory, but she never will. Yoga became the one thing I truly was accomplished at. I lack balance but I was advanced in the other 2 areas and my balance improved (so did bouncing off the floor on my butt)over time. One day as we sat in lotus position clearing our minds and lungs with pranayama my young teacher pulled out a book and read us this story:

An old man and his son lived in an abandoned fortress on the side of a hill. Their only possession of value was a horse.

One day, the horse ran away. The neighbours came by to offer sympathy. "That's really bad!" they said. "How do you know?" asked the old man.

The next day the horse returned, bringing with it several wild horses. The old man and his son shut them all inside the gate. The neighbours hurried over. "That's really good!" they said. "How do you know?" asked the old man.

The following day the son tried riding one of the wild horses, fell off, and broke his leg. The neighbours came around as soon as they heard the news. "That's really bad!" they said. "How do you know?" asked the old man.

The day after that, the army came through, forcing the local young men into service to fight a faraway battle against the northern barbarians. Many of them would never return. But the son couldn't go, because he'd broken his leg.

I stayed after class to find the name of the book. It was called The Te of Piglet by Benjamin Hoff. I found the book and read it, I was delighted to find out that it was actually a sequel to The Tao of Pooh(also by Benjamin Hoff). I went on to come to a place in yoga when my favorite teacher, who was more advanced than my first teacher, came to me after class and told me he couldn't teach me anymore. I was equal to him in ability. (I taught on my own, and substituted taught for him.) I so love yoga and I don't practice at all anymore, my excuse is that inversions hurt my head, too much. But I think about the events that brought me to such a peaceful place in mind and body. I never lost my interest in Taoism, either. One of my teachers called me The Buddhist Mormon. It freaked my mom out because she thought I was changing religions and I assured her that they were compatible. I think that the Headache is like a cancer. Not terminal, but it eats away my qi. I'd probably pick kickboxing now because my soul feels black and angry. I'm way beyond Eeyore but I still recognize the wisdom in Pooh. Perhaps someday I'll get back to my path of...

Namaste.