Cracked or Perfect：We Can Make a Difference!
             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， while the other pot was   perfect and always delivered  a full  portion of water at the end of the long walk  from the steam to the master's house. The cracked pot arrived only half full. For fully two years this went on every day, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house.
              Of  course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments，while the poor cracked pot was  ashamed of its 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 want to apologize to you."
              "Why?" asked the bearer, “What are you ashamed of?"
              "For these 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 your master's house. Because of my flaws, you don't get full value from your efforts， "the pot said.
              The  water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and out of compassion he said ,"As we return to the master's house,  I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
              And so as they went up the hill,  the old craked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the  path, and this cheered it up. But at the end of the trail,  it still felt bad because half its load had leaked out , and so again he expressed his feelings to the water bearer.

              The water bearer replied by saying ,"Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path,  and 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 seeds on your side of the path and evey day, while we've been walking back from the stream , you've watered them.  For two years I've 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 such beauty to grace his house."
              The moral of this story is that we all have our faults , but we all have a path to follow and that  path we take must have a reason to our being.