Sometimes, with my heart problems, I feel I'm not good for anything. Just found this on another forum and think it describes me to a T.
Hope you enjoy it. Thanks.
"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 walk 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 2 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."
Hope you enjoy it. Thanks.
"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 walk 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 2 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."
& the camp axe could use sharpening also. I just told her "figures you can't sharpen a knife by yourself - see, that's why you need me around".