Cracked Pots

Not really Faith and Religion but I thought the message would go well here.





An elderly Chinese woman had two large
pots, each hung on the ends of a
pole which she carried across her neck.


One of the pots 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 walks from the
stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily,
with the woman bringing home
only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of
its accomplishments.


But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of
its own imperfection, and
miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do..


After two years of what it perceived to be
bitter failure, it spoke to
the woman 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 old woman smiled, 'Did you notice
that there are flowers on your side
of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'


That's because I have always
known about your flaw, so I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water 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.'

Each of us has our own unique flaw. 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.

SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a
great day and remember to smell
the flowers on your side of the path!

 

Thank you for sharing!