Cracked Pots
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 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 woman bringing home
only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of it's accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection that it
could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 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.
Blessed Be
A friend of mine posted this. I don't know where she got it from.
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 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 woman bringing home
only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of it's accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection that it
could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 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.
Blessed Be
A friend of mine posted this. I don't know where she got it from.