A water bearer
in India had two large pots, which he hung one on each end of a pole across his
shoulders. One of the cruses had a crack in it while the other one was perfect.
It was a long walk from the stream to the master’s house, but this one never
failed to deliver a full portion. On the other hand, the cracked container would
arrive sadly depleted. Of course the perfect vessel was proud of his accomplishments,
and the poor, cracked container felt ashamed and miserable that it could do
only half of what it was made to do.
After two years
of perceiving he was a bitter failure,
