Cracked Pots
A water bearer in India had two large pots; each hung on each end of a
pole that he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it,
and 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 master's 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
in his master's house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to
the end 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 two 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."
"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"For the past two years, 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 master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of
this work, and you don't get full value for your efforts," the pot
said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his
compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you
to notice the beautiful flowers along the path." Indeed, as they went
up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the
beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.
But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out
half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were
flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side?
That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage
of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day
while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I
have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's
table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this
beauty to grace his house."
Moral: 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
very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for
what they are, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out
there; there is a lot of good in us!
Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life! Or as I
like to think of it--if it hadn't been for the crackpots in my life, it
would have been pretty boring and not so interesting...thank you all my
crackpot friends... Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not get bent
out of shape!