The Water Carrier

Today I have a lovely story to share with you. I won’t say too
much about it. Just enjoy…
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 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 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."
I hope this has planted a little seed in you.
Now all you have to do is let the flowers grow...
Lots of love, light and blessings
Don. ARTICLE WRITER http://go2-url.com/arasss