An elderly Chinese woman had two
large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried
across her neck...
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.
it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered
a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from
the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half
full..
For a full two years this went
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..
pots of water..
Of course, the perfect pot was
proud of its accomplishments.
proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed
of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only
do ha lf of what it had been made to do
of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only
do ha lf of what it had been made to do
After two years of what it perceived
to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the
stream.
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.'
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?'
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.'
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.
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.'
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..
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.
for what they are and look for the good in them.
I just received the above story through an e-mail, and I just like it a lot and the moral it carries.... So I thought of sharing it in my blog too... Well.. I do not know who the original author of the above story is and if the story is being copyrighted... Being very thankful to the author, I would like to add if there is any copyright on the above story, please let me know so that I will remove it...
On a side note, I would like to mention about the topic I selected for this post... When I read the story, it was the topic came to my mind... It is the motto of a person who also had added lot of good morals to our lives...
Nice post indeed. The French phrase "Je suis qui je suis" reminded me Prasad aiya. He uses it as his signature, if you can recall.. :)
ReplyDeleteWell.. Pradeeban.. If you read the blog post until the last sentence, you would not have added the part "if you can recall" to your comment... :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment...
Good one. I have read this story, Your blog helped to recall it. I read it at right time I think :P. There cannot be copyright issues for this, No need to remove !. Regards, Guru
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