The Cracked 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?T
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 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.
Moral: 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.
"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?T
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 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.
Moral: 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.
Wow!what a motivational story it is.
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