For all the cracked pots

A Water Bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a hole which she carried across her 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 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 her 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 was meant to do.  After years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, the cracked pot 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 more work to do and you don't get full value from your efforts."

The bearer smiled and said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?  That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path. 

Every day as we walk back, you have 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."