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A water bearer in India had two large
pots, each hung on each end of a pole which 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?"
"I have been able, for these past
two years, 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
from 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 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."
-- Author Unknown
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