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hi: I think we can all relate to this:

A water bearer in India had 2 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 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.
But it's 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.  There is a lot of good out there.
There
is a lot of good in us!  Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be
bent out of shape.
Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!  Or as I
like to think of it -- if it hadn't been for the crackpots in my life,
it would have been pretty boring and not so interesting ...
Thank you all my crackpot friends !

Sylvia