crackpot

[clancy]

I love this story.

It was first posted by 'in the dumps' a year or so ago, and its always given me comfort. Thanks ,dumps for that.

A man owned two clay pots with which to collect water from the well with,and bring home for his families needs.

One pot was perfect,and carried water to the family water tank very effieciently.The other pot was cracked,and leaked. The man would carry the whole pot on his right shoulder,and the cracked pot on his left.

The Whole pot was proud of her effieciency in keeping the family supplied with water,but the cracked pot was sad. I cannot do my job,she said, you may as well discard me. But the man smiled and pointed to the left side of the path from the well to his home.It was covered with the most beautiful flowers. Were you not as you are, said the man,those flowers would not exsist, for it is your cracks that water them each day on my journey from the well to my home.

From imperfection comes beauty.

I always cry when i read this, i think its beautiful,and when i feel flawed and worthless it lifts me. Ive never forgotten it.

Thanks again'dumps' - this was a lovely gift. Where ever you and yours are,i hope you are well,thriving and and happy.

clancyxxx