The Perfect Vessel
One upon a time, there was a man from India who carried a stick on his shoulders with as two big clay vessels which were holdingfrom hanging on its the ends. of the stick and he was carried on his shoulders.
One of these the vessels had some cracks, while the other was perfect. and kept all water until the end of the walking road, from the stream until msater´s house. But when the break vessel got home she had only the half water inside. Upon reaching his master's house from the stream, the broken vessel became half full.
The perfect vessel was very proud about of herself achievements, because she considered herself was perfect for the purposes for which she was created.
The imperfect cracked vessel was very sad and ashamed of herself.
After two years the break cracked vessel said to her master:
"I´m very ashamed. and I want to apologize with you, I can only give you half of the water because of my cracks."
The master said to her; replied,
- "When we´ll get home I want to you'll see the beautiful flowers growing along the path."
And so she did. and Indeed, she saw many wonderful gorgeous flowers growing along the path. But anyway Still, she felt sad because at in the end, she was only kept inside the half filled with water that she should had.
Then master said to her; explained,
- "Did you realize Ever noticed that the flowers only grow only on your side of the road? I´ve always knew about your cracks. and I wanted to find the silver lining in you. take the positive side of it. I planted flowers seeds along the way. For two years, you watered them. Your result showed." what you took and for two years you´ve watered them.
If you were are not exactly as what you want to be, fret not. are, with all your Turn your faults, would not have been possible into assets and use it to create this beauty. And I hven´t been possible to take flowers for my mother´s grave.This last sentence is not a good concluding line, for it has no relation to what you have been writing. It is best to leave it out.
