Long long ago, there was a small village in the Middle East. In the village there was an old man called Sthira. He lived by {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(he). His only son had {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(go) far away to study. Sthira's friends wondered whether his son would return, But Sthira always said, "Whatever happens, happens for good.”

      One day {#blank#}3{#/blank#}   old man's son returned and the villagers were very happy for Sthira. He thanked them and said {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(polite), "Whatever happens, happens for good.” {#blank#}5{#/blank#}, later, Sthira's son broke his leg. Once again the villagers came to visit him and once again the old man thanked them and said, "Whatever happens, happens for good."Some of the villagers were surprised {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (hear) this. Why? What was good? His {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(son) leg got badly hurt!

      After a few days, the army came to the village and forced all the young {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(man) to join the army. When they found his son had a broken leg, they left him {#blank#}9{#/blank#}. Once again, all the villagers came to congratulate him on his good luck. Like always, the old man was still {#blank#}10{#/blank#}(thank) to them and said. “Whatever happens, happens for good.”