mona1961
28-08-2006, 10:30 PM
Hello everyone
I want to share this story with I liked it so much and I hope you will do so too
Here is the story
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a long pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it 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 house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of failure it spoke to the woman one day by the stream: "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house," he cried.
The old woman smiled, "Have you not noticed that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That' because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them."
"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.
The moral of this story is that unlike those who are full of themselves, each of us has our own unique flaw. 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.
To everyone who reads this sotry, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers along the way.
I want to share this story with I liked it so much and I hope you will do so too
Here is the story
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a long pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it 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 house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of failure it spoke to the woman one day by the stream: "I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house," he cried.
The old woman smiled, "Have you not noticed that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That' because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them."
"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.
The moral of this story is that unlike those who are full of themselves, each of us has our own unique flaw. 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.
To everyone who reads this sotry, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers along the way.