Morning by morning, day by day, Ghele went to the river, to fill his two pots and walked to the town to distribute the water to his clients. Ghele was a waterseller.
“It could not take long, until Ghele discards me”, said the one pot sad. Because he was cracked and leaking water permanently. The other pot was new and earned more money.
One morning the poor damaged pot felt very inferior and decided to speak to Ghele: “When we arrive in town, I am half-empty. You are losing money because of me. Please forgive me.”
“Look at the path by the side of the road”, Ghele replied. Carefully the cracked pot sneaked a peek. “Oh, it’s beautiful. Many small flowers”, he said in awe.
“That is all thanks to you!” The cracked pot looked blank until Ghele went on: “I bought flower seeds and sowed them along the way. And, without realizing it, you’ve been watering them every day. Never forget that we are all a little damaged. But if we ask him for it, God can do wonders with our limitations.”