Saturday 1st 02:26Good morning!Came to the point yesterday, that I realised I needed ta join bereavement due to my Dads passing a coupla months ago, so I've done that this morning & feel so much better 4 it. I've already posted in it.I also hav this I want to post as well, but I thought I'd post it here 1st, k? Here it is, it's called:My Crackpot FriendsA water bearer in India had 2 large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which he carried across his 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 2 years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only 1 and 1/2 pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of it's accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But, the poor cracked pot was ashamed of it's own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only 1/2 of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream."I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologise to you. I have been able to deliver only 1/2 my load because this crack in my sides causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts."The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there are flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? Thats because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path. Every day as we walk back, you've watered them. For 2 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."MoralEach of us has our own flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape. Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life! Blessings to all my crackpot friends. Some of you are more cracked than others... you know who you are!!!xx Glen