Moral story : The Cracked Pot | English story

The Cracked Pot | English story

"In India a water carrier had two large pots, each hung at each end of a pillar that they crossed over their necks. One pot had a crack, and while the other pot was right and always Gave a full escape. At the end of the hiking from the stream to the master's house, the watery, tattered pot was only half full.

It ran daily for a full two years, in which the carrier was given one and a half pots full of water in its owner's house. Of course, the right pot was proud of its achievements, for which it was the end. But the poor tattered pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and pathetic that it was only able to fulfill half what it was made to do.

After two years it is considered a bitter failure, it spoke to the water carrier one day by the stream. "I feel ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." Why? "Beer asked." What are you ashamed of? "" I have been able, for the last two years, to give only half my load, because this crack on my side causes the water to be sent back to its owner's house. Because of my faults, you have to do all this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts, "Pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old broken pot, and said in his kindness, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers on the way." Indeed, as they climbed the hill, the old broken pot reported the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the sidewalk, and this made her somewhat happy. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad, as it leaked half its weight, and so it apologized to the bear for its failure.

The bear said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were only flowers on the side of your path, but not on the other side of the pot. That's because I always know about your faults, and I took advantage of that. But the flower seeds, and every day when we walk back from the stream, you give them water. For two years I have been able to take these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. You are, he has his It would not be beauty to grace the house. "

Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We are all torn pots. In this world, nothing goes waste. You may think like a torn vessel that you are incompetent or useless in some areas of your life, but somehow these flaws can turn out to be a blessing in disguise.