Long long ago, there was a small village in the Middle East. In the village there was old man called Sthira. He lived by himself. His only son had gone far away to study. Sthira's friends ( wonder) whether his son would return, 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 (polite),"Whatever happens, happens for good.＂However, later, Sthira's son broke his . Once again the villagers came to visit him and once again the old man thanked (they) and said, "Whatever happens, happens for good."Some of the villagers were surprised (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 the army. When they found his son had a (break) leg, they left him behind. Once again, all the villagers came to congratulate him on his luck. like always, the old man was still thankful to them and said.＂Whatever happens, happens for good.＂
