| Re: Cracked Pots [boodskap #42309] |
So, 20 Mei 2001 07:42  |
Tobie
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"Danielle" sê;
: CRACKED POTS
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: A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of
: a pole which he carried across his neck.
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pragtig ná Dani, dit was ook in die AGS Jabez gemeente se
maandblad so 2 maande gelede. So waar, Hy gebruik jou met jou
krake en al, moet net gewillig wees.
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| Re: Cracked Pots [boodskap #42335 is 'n antwoord op boodskap #42309] |
So, 20 Mei 2001 13:24  |
poppie
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Dankie vir die mooi storie Dani, ek voel nou geeerd om n crackpot
te wees!!
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Danielle skryf in boodskap news:ttcegts67i8ekafnh5irn6mfh7c59db338@4ax.com...
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> CRACKED POTS
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>
> A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends 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 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 to his house.
>
> Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect
> 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.
> 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 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.
> 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 the table. Without you being just the way you are, there
> would not be this beauty to grace the house."
>
> Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.
> But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives
> together so very interesting and rewarding.
> Take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.
>
> There is a lot of good out there.
> There is a lot of good in you! Blessed are the flexible, for they
> shall not be bent out of shape.
>
> Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!
>
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