A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hanging on each end of a stick he wore around his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full serving of water at the end of the long walk from the creek to the master’s house, the cracked pot reached only halfway.
For two full years, this continued every day, with the carrier delivering only one and a half full pots of water in his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its achievements, perfect until the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked boat was ashamed of its own imperfection and regretted that it was capable of achieving only half of what had been done to do.
After two years of what was perceived as a bitter fault, one day he spoke to the water bearer by the stream. “I’m ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.” The carrier asked: “Why, what are you ashamed of?” The Pot replied: “During these past two years, I can only deliver half of my load because this crack in my side causes the water to escape into the house. of your master, because of my failures, you do not get the full value for your efforts. “
The water bearer felt sorry for the old broken pot, and in his compassion, said: “When we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the way.” As they climbed the hill, the old cracked pot noticed that the sun warmed the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the road, and this encouraged him a bit. But at the end of the road, he still felt bad because half of his load had leaked out, and so he again apologized to the carrier for his 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 side of the pot? That is because I have always known of your defect, and I took advantage of it. on your side of the road, and every day, as we returned from the stream, you irrigated them.For two years I was able to pick up these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table.If you were not as you are, he would not have this beauty to decorate his house “.
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We are all cracked pots. In this world, nothing is wasted. You may think, like the broken pot, that it is inefficient or useless in certain areas of your life, but somehow these failures can become a blessing in disguise. “