groovygranny
01-10-07, 10:21
Indian water-bearer with cracked pot
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of
a pole which he carried across his 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 bearer delivering
only one and a half pots full of water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect
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 2 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. I have been
able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes
water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws,
you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your
efforts."
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on
your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?
That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted
flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day as we walk back, you've
watered 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 flaws. We're all cracked pots.
But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives
together so interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for
the good in them.
Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!
To you, all my crackpot friends- with my love and appreciation!!
:madness:
:hugs::hugs::hugs:
:flowers:
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of
a pole which he carried across his 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 bearer delivering
only one and a half pots full of water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect
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 2 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. I have been
able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes
water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws,
you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your
efforts."
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on
your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?
That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted
flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day as we walk back, you've
watered 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 flaws. We're all cracked pots.
But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives
together so interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for
the good in them.
Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!
To you, all my crackpot friends- with my love and appreciation!!
:madness:
:hugs::hugs::hugs:
:flowers: