A story about a Cracked Pot..........a good Moral.....

Cracked Pots

A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends ofa pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crackin it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portionof water.

At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the crackedpot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, withthe bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfectfor which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its ownimperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half ofwhat it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to thewater bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, andbecause this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way backto your house."

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers onlyon 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 plantedflower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walkback, you've watered them.

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decoratethe table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be thisbeauty to grace the 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.

Blessings to all our crackpot friends.