I got this from a friend. I loved it and wanted to pass it on. I wish I knew who wrote it. It's such a shame the author isn't listed.

TWO POTS
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.

To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the
flowers, on your side of the path.