A water bearer in India had two..
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
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.