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 ha lf 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.'
> Each of us has our own unique flaw. 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.
 SO, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to
smell the flowers on your side of the path!