THE LITTLE CRACKED POT

THIS IS FOR VAL, SHE SAYS I CRACK HER UP..............................SO SHE IS ONE OF MY CRACKED POTTY FRIENDS......*CHUCKLE*

An elderly  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. the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For two years this went on daily, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.

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 it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
"I feel ashamed because of this crack in my side which 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 is 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!

Such a lovely message in this story . . . I know I accept and love my friends "warts 'n' all", just as they do the same for me, and it is this which builds the richness of our friendship, and the unconditional love which we give to one anothe