Have you guys heard the story of the cracked pot? I can't recall it verbatim, but here goes...

Once upon a time in a village far away, a young lady had to walk miles and miles each morning and evening with a huge ceramic pot on her shoulders to fetch water for the cooking, cleaning and bathing purposes.

As time passed her pot became worn and developed a crack, this meant the young lady had to double her trips, working harder than the rest of the people in the village...

The young lady got very angry and felt discouraged, she was tired, and worn out, with no way to afford a new pot.

Weeks passed by, the young lady was feeling very low in spirit. Then 1 day, as she was taking her usual route, she noticed that the loveliest flowers outlined her entire path from the well, to her house. These flowers brightened her day, and helped her see, that as much as her cracked pot was an extra burden for her to bare, the cracks in her pot was responsible for producing such beauty on her long hard daily journey, and others were benefiting from the new flowers too!

So, even tho we are all cracked pots at 1 stage or another, it is that which enriches the lives of others, and ultimately ourselves too.

to my cracked pots!