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> 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 walks 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 two 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!  Love and Prayers, PeggyIPF  2004,  Florida"Worry looks around, Sorry looks back,  Faith looks up."