I am a cracked pot!
I am not really talented at anything. I am not musical. I am not artistic. I was an okay student but not exceptional. I am certainly not athletic! I can write but others write so much better.
My lack of being really good at anything used to bother me terribly but it does not really bother me at all anymore. I have learned that, for me, there are far more important things in life such as being a good wife, mother and friend. I have found that being a "cracked pot" can be a good thing sometimes.
I found this little story encouraging several years ago when I was still struggling with my total lack of abilities and talent in about anything. I just received it again in a forward and I wanted to share it with all of you in case any of you ever feel like a "cracked" pot. :-)
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 its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its ownimperfection, and miserable 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 inmy 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!
And send this to any or all of your crackpot friends.
My lack of being really good at anything used to bother me terribly but it does not really bother me at all anymore. I have learned that, for me, there are far more important things in life such as being a good wife, mother and friend. I have found that being a "cracked pot" can be a good thing sometimes.
I found this little story encouraging several years ago when I was still struggling with my total lack of abilities and talent in about anything. I just received it again in a forward and I wanted to share it with all of you in case any of you ever feel like a "cracked" pot. :-)
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 its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its ownimperfection, and miserable 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 inmy 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!
And send this to any or all of your crackpot friends.