The Good Side To Being A Crackpot

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  1. Spikey

    Spikey Senior Member

    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 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 of 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 somewhat. 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."

    The moral of this story:
    Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. In this
    world, nothing goes to waste. You may think like the cracked pot that
    you are inefficient or useless in certain areas of your life, but
    somehow these flaws can turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

    Kind of makes ya proud of being a cracked pot, doesn't it?
  2. Hazel

    Hazel SF & Antiquitie's Friend Staff Alumni

    I liked that a lot :smile:

    from A very cracked pot! :biggrin:
  3. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    I like this parable! Good point of view.:smile:
  4. Wonderstuff

    Wonderstuff Staff Alumni

    Thanks for sharing that Mel :) That was nice :hug:
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