Have you ever noticed how perfect imperfections can make people? I most definitely have. Imperfections in the people in my life have allowed me to fall in love, forgive, and adore them.
In honor of that statement, here is a little story my Ma sent me. Ahh, thanks Mom!
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a
pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and
always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked
pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home
only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its**
**own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it
had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to
the woman one day by the stream.
‘I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to
leak out all the way back to your house.’
The old woman smiled, ‘Did you notice that there are flowers on your
side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?’
‘That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you
water them.’
‘For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty
to grace the house.’
