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the events that have transpired the last week....
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the
>ends of a pole, 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 woman bringing home
only
>one and a half pots of water.
>
>Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the
poor
>cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it
>could only do half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of
what
>it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the
>stream.
>
>"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to
leak
>out all the way back to your house."
>
>The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers 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, and every day while we walk back, you water 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."
>
>Each of us has our own unique flaw. 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.
>
>SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to
smell
>the flowers on your side of the path!< /DIV>
>
> And as one "cracked pot" to another, I've really enjoyed the flowers
on
>your side of the path.
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the
>ends of a pole, 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 woman bringing home
only
>one and a half pots of water.
>
>Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the
poor
>cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it
>could only do half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of
what
>it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the
>stream.
>
>"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to
leak
>out all the way back to your house."
>
>The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers 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, and every day while we walk back, you water 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."
>
>Each of us has our own unique flaw. 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.
>
>SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to
smell
>the flowers on your side of the path!< /DIV>
>
> And as one "cracked pot" to another, I've really enjoyed the flowers
on
>your side of the path.
It's always noon somewhere! 
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