‘The Cracked Pot "A water bearer in India hd two large pots, each hung on each end ofa pole which he carried across his meck One ofthe pots had a crack pt, and whule the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water atthe end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked por arrived. oly bale fl, ‘For 2 full two years this went on daly, 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 ofits accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor eracked pot was ashamed ofits own imperfeetion, and miserable tha it vwas able to accomplish enly half of what it had been made to do, “After two yeas of what it perceived to be a batter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream, “Iam ashamed of myself, and | want to apologize to you. "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of” "I have been able, for these past Wo years, o 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 flats, you have ta do all of this work, and you dou't get fall value fiom your efforts.” the pot said. ‘The water bearer felt sony for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the masters house. I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path "Indeed, a they went up the hill, the ald cracked pot took tice ofthe sun warming the beautiful wild flowers onthe side of the ‘path, and chic cheered it somewhat. But atthe end of the rails still flt bad Decause it had leaked out half us load, and so again it apologized to the besser forts failure ‘The bearer said tothe pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other por's side? That's because Thave always known about your flaw, and [took advantage of i, I planted flower seeds on your side ofthe path, and every day while we walk back fiom the stream, youlve watered them. For two years [have been able to pick these beautiful lowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you aze, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.” ‘Moral: Bach of us has our own unique flaws, We're all cracked pots. In thie world, nothing goes to waste, You may think: like the cracked pet that you are inefficient or useless in certain areas of your life, but somehow these flaws ean tum out to be a blessing in disguise."