Quality of a Cracked Pot?

Richard A Whitenight rum.runner at JUNO.COM
Fri Feb 22 21:34:48 MST 2002


Forwarded
for your reading:


 A water bearer in India had two large pots,
 one hung on each end of a pole which he carried
 across his neck.  One of the pots had a crack
 in it, and 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
 master's 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 in his master's house.

 Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to
the end 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 two 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, and I want to apologize to you."

 Why?" asked the bearer.

 "What are you ashamed of?"

 "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my
load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way
back to your master's house.

 Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get
full value from your efforts," the pot said.

 The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his
compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to
notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

 Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the
sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this
cheered it some.

  But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked
out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its
failure.

 The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only
on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side?

 That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage
of it.   I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day
while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.

 For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers
 to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are,
he would not have this beauty to grace his 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. There is a lot of good
out there.

 There is a lot of good in us!
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.

 Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!

 Thank you to the cracked pots in my life.
You have made it more interesting and beautiful.
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