For All My Friends

[Guest guest]

A friend send this to me, and I think of all of you as my friends, too.

Mamie

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the

ends of a pole which he carried across his 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 bearer delivering only one and a half pots

full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was

proud of its accomplishments, perfect 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 2 yrs 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. I have been able to deliver

only half my load because this crack in my side causes water

to leak out all the way back to your 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 bearer said to the pot, " Did you notice that there were

flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other

pot's side? That's because I have always known about your

flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path,

and every day while we walk back, you've watered 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. "

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. You've just got to take each person for what they

are, and look for the good in them. Blessed are the

flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.

Thank you, all my " crackpot " friends.

[Guest guest]

Thanks Mamie, for allowing us to be your friend.

Timo

> A friend send this to me, and I think of all of you as my friends, too.

> Mamie

>

>

> A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the

> ends of a pole which he carried across his 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 bearer delivering only one and a half pots

> full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was

> proud of its accomplishments, perfect 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 2 yrs 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. I have been able to deliver

> only half my load because this crack in my side causes water

> to leak out all the way back to your 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 bearer said to the pot, " Did you notice that there were

> flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other

> pot's side? That's because I have always known about your

> flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path,

> and every day while we walk back, you've watered 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. "

>

> 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. You've just got to take each person for what they

> are, and look for the good in them. Blessed are the

> flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.

>

> Thank you, all my " crackpot " friends.

>

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