Once a water bearer in India had two large pots. He hung each pot at the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it. The other pot was perfect and carried the full portion of water up to the end of the long walk from the stream to the water bearer’s house. The cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily. The water bearer managed to carry only one and a half pots full of water to his house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud. “I am the best,” it would often say, smirking at the cracked pot.
Poor cracked pot grew more and more ashamed of its own imperfection. It felt miserable, for being able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what the cracked pot considered to be bitter failure, it spoke dejectedly to the water bearer one day. “Sir, I am ashamed of myself and I want to apologize to you.”
“Why?” asked the water bearer, “what are you ashamed of? “
“For the past two years, I have been able to deliver only half my load, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to our house. Due to my flaw, you have to do all of this work, and still don’t get full value from your effort, “the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot and said, “today, as we return to the 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 somewhat. 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 the path, but not on the other pot’s side?” the pot nodded that it had seen so. “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 everyday while we returned from the stream, you watered them unknowingly. For two years I have been able to pick those beautiful flowers to decorate my little girl’s room. Without you being just the way you are, I would not have this beauty to grace my house, “said the water bearer. The cracked water pot was no longer ashamed of itself.