"In the beginning"


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No effort has been made to stay within the bounds of the truth in this blog as it has always been the view of the management that the truth should never be allowed to stand in the way of a good story.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Two Pots

We all get such a lot of this type of thing via the email system that I hesitate to include one on my site.

However, just every now and then one comes along that is so totally inoffensive, makes no threats whatsoever about what will befall you if you don’t send it on or promises of joy for those who do send it on, that it deserves recognition.

Two pots is, to me, such a story, hope you enjoy it too.

Two Pots

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.

You've got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers, on your side of the path!


LW said...

You pinched two pots from me. Terrific!

Anonymous said...

Nice story cracpot, err sorry I mean nice crackpot story

Peter said...

C'mon LW, Shirley you didn't think I wrote all this "stuff" myself.

Peter said...

Hey anon e mouse, be brave and sign your name so I know which crackpot I'm dealing with.