THE CRACKED WATER POT

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Hi All.....this is my first mail to ......hope you all will like the story.........

THE CRACKED WATER 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?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."

 

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.

As I like to think of it, if it hadn't been for the crackpots in my life, it would have been

pretty boring and not so interesting. Thank you, all my crackpot friends.

 

 

love sourav

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Gr8 thinking saurav !!!!!

unless we would have been cracked we would have not been where we are

keep it up

gaurav

sourav.kundu (AT) wipro (DOT) com wrote:

Hi All.....this is my first mail to ......hope you all will like the story.........

THE CRACKED WATER 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?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."

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.

As I like to think of it, if it hadn't been for the crackpots in my life, it would have been

pretty boring and not so interesting. Thank you, all my crackpot friends.

love sourav

 

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