Tuesday, February 28, 2012

From 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 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.'

Note, I received this from my mother-in-law, through email. I am not the author.
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