A water bearer in China had two large pots, each
hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his
neck.
One pot had a crack in it, while the other pot was
perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the
house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the
bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of
water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its
accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But
the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own
imperfection, and miserable that it was able to
accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter
failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the
stream...
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side
causes water to leak out all the way back to your
house."
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that
there were flowers only on your side of the path, but
not on the other pot's side?hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his
neck.
One pot had a crack in it, while the other pot was
perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the
house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the
bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of
water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its
accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But
the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own
imperfection, and miserable that it was able to
accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter
failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the
stream...
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side
causes water to leak out all the way back to your
house."
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that
there were flowers only on your side of the path, but
That's because I have always known about your flaw,
and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path.
Every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For
two years I have been able to pick these beautiful
flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just
the way you are, there would not be this beauty to
grace the house."
Moral:
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all
cracked pots.
But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that
make our lives together so very interesting and
rewarding. You've just got to take each person
for what they are, and look for the good in them.
1 comment:
thanks for sharing this story, a moral lesson....
"You've just got to take each person
for what they are, and look for the good in them."
thank you
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