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Printer Friendly Version The Cracked Pot The following story has been circulating the internet for years now. On occasion I receive it in an email, and it always brightens my day. It's a reminder that beauty isn't what you see in a magazine, but rather what shines from our souls. When we see ourselves as flawed we miss the beauty we are sharing with the world around us. And though the author of this inspirational story remains a mystery, they have my eternal thanks for sharing this beautiful story with the world. A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." Why? asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said. The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's 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 some. 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 your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house." -- Author Unknown Inspiration Site @ BellaOnline View This Article in Regular Layout Content copyright © 2013 by Deanna Joseph. All rights reserved. This content was written by Deanna Joseph. If you wish to use this content in any manner, you need written permission. Contact Yvonnie DuBose for details.
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Napukla kanta Jedan vodonoša imao je dvije posude, koje bi svakodnevno po nekoliko puta nosio na ramenima, na motki, jednu s jedne, drugu sa druge strane. Jedna od posuda malo je napukla, druga je bila posve čitava. Kad bi na izvoru napunio obje posude vodonoša bi krenuo put gospodareve kuće. Do kuće ona napukla kanta ostala bisamo do pola puna jer bi voda po putu iscurila iz napukline. Čitava posuda bila je ponosna sama na sebe dok je napuknuta bila tužna zbog pukotine i vode koja bi iscurila. Jednog je dana rekla svom vodonoši kako je tužna i kako se želi ispričati zbog svoje neuspješnosti. “Sramim se i htjela bih ti se ispričati.” “Zašto?” pitao je vodonoša. „Zbog moje pukotine ti moraš češće po vodu i naporno ti je.” rekla je posuda. “Kad se budemo vraćali gospodarevoj kući nešto ću ti pokazati.“ reče stari vodonoša svojoj posudi. Dok su tako hodali od izvora prema gospodarevoj kući vodonoša je posudi pokazao cvijeće uz stazu kojom su prolazili. Posuda je sada po prvi puta primijetila to cvijeće. Do sad bi uvijek razmišljala samo o sovojoj pukotini i o tome koliko će vode uspjeti donijeti do gospodareve kuće. Malo se oraspoložila, ali je i dalje bila zabrinuta. Vodonoša joj tad reče: “Jesi li primijetila da je cvijeća bilo puno više na tvojoj strani staze? To je zato što ga ti zalijevaš dok hodamo kući. Oduvijek znam za tvoju napuklinu i evo, shvatio sam da je i ona tu s razlogom. Ovo mi cvijeće uljepšava put i olakšava posao. Osim toga, svako malo uberem kiticu i njome ukrasim gospodarev stol. Da ti nisi napukla cvijeća bi bilo puno manje.."