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[naelany]

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a

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 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 this 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.