The Craked Pot
Photo by Linda Lehman
Ephesus, Turkey - 2001
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
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 some. 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 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.