Sunday, May 04, 2008

In a dynasty long ago, a Chinese water bearer had two large pots. Each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One pot was perfect in every way, and always delivered a full portion of water. The other had a crack in it.

At the end of each long walk from the stream to the bearer's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For many years the bearer made his early morning journey to the stream and home, delivering only one and a half pots of water to his household.

The perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, for it delivered a full portion of water with every trip. But the cracked pot felt ashamed of its imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been created to do.

After years of feeling what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one morning by the stream.

"I am so ashamed of myself. Because of this crack in my side, water leaks out of me all the way back to your house and I cannot deliver the water as you hoped."

The bearer said to the pot, "Have you noticed that there are flowers growing near the path, on the side on which I carry you? Because I have always known about your imperfection, I planted seeds on your side of the path. Every day as we walk from the stream to my house, you have watered them. For all these years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my table. If you were not as you are, there would not be this beauty to grace my house."

We are all imperfect, but it's our flaws that make us what we are. One only has to see others for what they are to see how important they are to each of us.

What a wonderful story Steve. It makes one feel that you may not be perfect but you still have a pupose in life. Thank you for sharing.
I have not heard that before, Steve, and I love the lesson in it. Thanks!

Ha ha. Mom sent that to me to post for her...

So all I did was the posting, she selected it!
Millie I needed to see this for some reason. Thank you. This message was for me I feel.
Millie--As I understand your posting...I'm a crack pot?!!! (I know...I'm also a wise acre.) Until I came to the end, I kept wondering why the water bearer would even bother filling the cracked container--above the crack. It seemed like a waste of effort. Knowing me, myself, I would have filled each of the containers only half full. It's much easier to carry a balanced load.

Thanks for the mental picture.
Cop Car
This is one of my favorite stories. Thank you Steve for sharing it with me.

So your mom sent this to you to post. Don't you just love moms!
Really like this story, Millie and thanks to your "sec'y, Steve" for posting -- or is he your Administrative Asst.???

Steve doesn't get paid so the least I can do is give him the title of "administrative asst."
Millie thanks for this. Made me smile. Yes we all have imperfections.
Hope you are getting over your jet lag.
Blessings to you
Very nice words from a very nice story.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to you, Millie!
What a beautiful story! Very Taoist.
Such a wonderful story. The Eastern people have such a positive way of looking at the world. We need to be constantly reminded. Thank you for sharing.
This is just a great story!
Thanks for the lesson
Post a Comment

Powered by Blogger