Fellow Crack Pots

The Cracked Pot
>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 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter
>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." The old
>woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your
>side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?" "That's
>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
>thi
> beauty to grace the house."
>Each of us has our own unique flaw. 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. SO,
>to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and
>remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
>