|Welcome to the I hate turtles page|
|Maybe you are asking yourself why doesn't this person like turtles?.|
|Maybe I don't like the way they look or the way they walk or how slow they are.|
|And there usually these awful colors and there just plain different!!|
|Flaw or Beauty?|
|A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried acrossed his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it and 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 master's 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 in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end 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 had been made to do.
|After two years of what is perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself and I want to apologize to you."
"Why," asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years to deliver only half of my load because of this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," said the pot.
"The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it up some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path but not on the other side? That's because I have always known about your flaw and took advantage of it.
I planted flower seeds on your side of the path and everyday while we walked back from the stream, you have watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house!
The Moral of this story: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But its 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. There is alot of good out there. There is alot of good in you!!!!!!!!
|Remember, The person you might have taken out your anger on might have been ill and trying to cope. A person might have had depression taking in all that you say and can't cope with additional stress. You might have had a bad day and was not in you best of character. We all have our faults and are not perfect. Revenge isn't the answer for your the only one that will get hurt in the end. I pray that everyone who reads this can take compassion for people who are suffering, and look inside and see they have their flaws also and aren't so perfect. But most of all I hope that everyone has enough compassion and the ability to forgive one another because without forgiveness the anger will grow.|