Cracked vessels

By Chaya Sarah Silberberg

An old Chinese woman had two water cans which were attached to a yoke. Each day she put the yoke over her shoulders and went down to the river, filled the cans, and walked back to her modest hut. The water can on the right side of the yoke was fine and sturdy; when she arrived home it was always full. But the can on the left had a crack in it. By the time the woman arrived home, half the water was usually gone.

The water can always felt inferior to his partner. He was ashamed that he was cracked and wasn’t pulling his weight. One day he turned to the woman and apologized for being defective. The woman smiled gently and said, “Did you think I didn’t know that you had a crack, and water dripped from you? Look at the path from the river to my hut. Do you see all the beautiful flowers that are growing on the one side of the path? Those are the flowers that I planted there, that you watered every day as I walked home from the river.”

From link: http://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/644295/jewish/Cracked-Vessels.htm

If you don’t feel like you hold a purpose in life, you do.

We might have some imperfections but we do matter for a lot of things in our life, which makes me think back on the book I read “the five people you meet in heaven” (also in one of my previous blogs: http://drawmemylife.wordpress.com/2011/11/25/the-five-people-you-meet-in-heaven-by-mitch-albom-my-review-and-favorite-quotes/)

We all affect someone’s life in some way, so always do good and even if you don’t think you have made someone’sday, you did,so keep doing right!

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