Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The Cracked Pot

The Cracked Pot

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and 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 master’s 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 in his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end 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 two years 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. “Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?” “I have been able, for these past two years, to 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 flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.” Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it somewhat. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its 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 pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his 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. 

I want to thank everyone for their well wishes yesterday. I'm feeling so better today aside from a dreadful headache I woke up with. This cold now seems to have settled in my sinuses. Fortunately, colds do not hit me as hard as they did when I was still smoking. Then, they 'always' settled in the chest and the coughing lasted for weeks. Life sure does get better when one finally sets aside those nasty addictions.  

Wishing you all have a great day....and thank you again for your healing thoughts.


  1. i shall remember that story, i can see it coming in useful in the future. . as for the affliction, it is settled deep into my chest at the moment, because i smoke. time to stop.

  2. Lovely story... Just lovely... We all need to stop being so hard on ourselves, for one thing.

    GOOD that you are feeling somewhat better! Now please, do all you possibly can, to allow your body to get some extra rest and recoup.

    Gentle hugs,

  3. ~oh sinus are no fun either though...healing blessings remain...i love this tale and look forward to sharing it with my littles well my friend and much love light and blessings~

  4. Good morning glad you are feeling better. Loved that story.