One can never know what good will come of bad and so I give thanks for everything.
When the king cut off his finger, I suggested that it might improve his hearing. When he lost his temper and sent me to prison, I thanked him.
Of course, I had no idea what went on with the king during the time I was incarcerated, but one day he came in and freed me. Because of me, he said, he had made friends with his worst enemy.
Now do you see why I give thanks for everything?