There was once a water bearing dude who carried two pots of water home to his mother daily. Every day, he would walk to the well, fill the two pots with water, then walk back home with each pot on either side of a pole he carried on his neck.
One of these pots was cracked and every time the water bearer reached home, it was only half full, having spilt the rest of the water on the trip home. For many years the water bearer continued his routine, each time bringing one and a half pots of warer.
The perfect pot was proud of its achievements, whilst the cracked pot could only feel useless and remorseful that it could only do half the job it was supposed to.
One day on the way home, the perfect pot said to the water bearer
"Master, I am so ashamed and sad. I can only bring back home half a pot of water, when the other pot can hold more. Why do you still keep me when I'm so imperfect and useless!"
As the Water Bearer walked along the path, he couldnt help but smile.
"Look at the ground," he said.
The Cracked Pot looked at the ground and exclaimed in amazement. For on the side of the path it was on were a splendid array of lush wildflowers and plants growing beautifully.
"I planted seeds on the side of the path you are on, so every day you water these plants, and help them grow so beautifully. If you weren't cracked, these flowers wouldn't be here for all to enjoy".
"Each week, I bring a bouquet of fresh flowers to my wife, and it warms her heart so. And for that I'm thankful to you."
(not an original story of course)