To all you crack 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
> > just got to take each person for what they are and
> > look for the good in them.
> > SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day
> > and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the
> > path!
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