The Cracked PotA water bearer in India had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck.One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion ofwater at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. The poorcracked pot was ashamed of its imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what ithad been made to do.After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "Iam 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 my load because this crack in my side causeswater 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," the pot said.The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot and he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want youto 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 wild flowerson the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leakedout 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 your path, but not on theother pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I plantedflower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you beingjust 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. Most of us are cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each havethat make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what theyare, and look for the good in them. There is a lot of good out there. The Master's moulding makes us the way weare....!
Reminds me of the 'glass half full/empty' definition:Optimist, the glass is half fullPessimist, the glass is half emptyEngineer, the glass is twice as big as requiredScientist, the glass is always full of something
First convert them to the same unit, emptiness or fullness, then do math
They can in parable-land.The trick is not to take it literally. Since it's not is any religious book I think we're on safe ground there.