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”. The bearer asked, “Why? What are you ashamed of?” The Pot replied, “For these past two years I am able to deliver only half of 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 don’t get full value for your efforts”.
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.” 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 your path, but not on the other pot’s side? 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 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.”
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We’re all cracked pots. In this world, nothing goes to waste. You may think like the cracked pot that you are inefficient or useless in certain areas of your life, but somehow these flaws can turn out to be a blessing in disguise.”
May 28, 2019 at 8:09 am
What an inspiration
February 26, 2020 at 6:25 pm
Years ago, an addicted patient of mine brought in a copy of this story to read. I was in tears, and so very grateful he brought it to me. He is now in solid, active Recovery!
August 19, 2020 at 9:24 am
If you were the broken pot what would you have thought of yourself
Question 2. if you were the perfect , what how would you have with respond to the broken pot?
Question 3. If you were the water bearer would you have looked for the value in the broken pot?
December 24, 2020 at 7:45 am
wow nice story
April 29, 2021 at 3:12 am
wow I like the story
May 27, 2021 at 8:01 pm
I love your story, I speak French but I will like have in English to perform too. Thanks
August 26, 2021 at 8:37 pm
I loved the story and my name is Sudeepthi and 3rd year 8 years old
Date:27/8/21 August 2021
September 5, 2021 at 11:13 pm
My thought is no one is perfect,each of us made a mistake but we have our own uniqueness and we must respect ohers.
September 5, 2021 at 11:14 pm
No one is perfect,each of us made a mistake but we have our own uniqueness and we must respect ohers.
September 19, 2021 at 10:26 pm
God loves us the way we are. In our own inpetfections we are made in God