When the chickens were hatched, they all pleased the mother hen but one, and he rushed to the nearest pond, and, in spite of her fret, fuss, fume, and worry, insisted upon plunging in.

In vain the hen screamed out that he would drown, her unnatural child was resolved to venture, and to the amazement of all, he floated perfectly, for he was a duck instead of a chicken, and his egg was placed under the old hen by mistake.
Mother, father, don't worry about your child.

It may be he is a swan; he may be a duck, instead of the creature you anticipated.

Control your fretfulness and your worry for it cannot possibly change things.
Wait and watch developments and a few days may reveal enough to you to show you how totally unnecessary all your worries would have been.
Teach yourself to know that worry is evil thought directed either upon our own bodies or minds, or those of others.

Note, I say _evil_ thought.