Long long ago, there was a small village in the Middle East. In the village there was {#blank#}1{#/blank#} old man called Sthira. He lived by himself. His only son had gone far away to study. Sthira's friends {#blank#}2{#/blank#} ( wonder) whether his son would return, {#blank#}3{#/blank#} Sthira always said, "Whatever happens, happens for good.＂

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

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