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I just got this e-mail from my brother and had to share. Enjoy my crackpot friends.
> THE CRACKED WATER POT
> 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
> 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! Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be
> bent out of
> shape. 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!
> THE CRACKED WATER POT
> 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
> 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! Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be
> bent out of
> shape. 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!