The Cracked Pot

I got this from a friend in recovery, and I thought you all might enjoy it. :)

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The Cracked Pot: A Story from India

Anonymous

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 & 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
& 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."

awww what a sweet story!!!! thank for this!!!

love
maureen

Very, Very, Very moving, Jen

Great story...thank you for sharing Jen!

Jan ♥

thank you jen. as you suspected, i enjoyed this read. such a sweet sweet reminder that many of our flaws are beautiful accidents from which others benefit, delight, and even love.
smoooch
xoxo

made me smile, thanks :)