There is a scene from Fiddler on the Roof that has taught me more about life than most holy books I’ve read.
In it, two men are heatedly arguing over the age of a horse. When they see Tevye, the town milkman/sage, walking by, they begin passionately pleading their case.
“Tevye!” blurts the first, “I’ve been cheated! Last month a bought a horse from this sorry excuse for a man. He told me the horse was six, but it was 12!”
Tevye listens carefully, strokes his beard, nods his head, and smiles. “You’re right!” he says.
“What!” screams the second. “No way! Not true! The horse I sold him was six years old and I have the papers to prove it!”
