Water carriers

I hears this story recently:

There was a water collector from a small village who had two clay pots for collecting the water. Each day he would pick up his pots, put the carry bar on his shoulders and go to the water hole and collect the water for his village. Now, one of the pot was fine and in good condition and spilt little if any water, and the other was a little old and a bit cracked and leaked some water. For many days on the way back the good pot said to the other old pot, you are useless, "you cant do anything right, you spill and leak more water than you deliver". Each day the good pot would have a go and complain about the old pot. One day the old pot had had enough and said to his owner, "Look, I'm old and cracked and dont do my job properly and spill more water than I deliver, why don't you get rid of me and get a new pot for your water?" But the water collector said to the pot, when we come back from the water hole, have a look at the path. So, the following day the old pot looked at the path on the way back. Along the path, one side was dry and dusty, but on the side of the old pot was lush with grasses and beautiful flowers. "See", said the boy, "you bring beauty to this path, without you this path would be dry and dusty, I wouldn't get rid of you, you do a job no one else can do".

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