A story of good heart

It's been a long time ago. A poor man used to carry water in a remote hill area. He had two trunks, carrying two shoulders on one side of a stick and carrying water on his shoulder. Every day he had to walk a lot.

Two pieces of pot break a bit, another is defective. About half of the broken pot would have become empty after going to water. On the other hand, the defective vessel used to reach water on the banks of the well. In this way, the poor man roamed his master in the house and half a half of it means that half a bowl of water could reach. Naturally, the good pot was very proud and delighted for his work. On the other hand, the broken pot was very bad. He was very shy and sad. Because he was not able to do the job that he had been designed for.

After getting the faulty vessel done for a long time, he could apologize for the failure of the man to fail. He said, "I am ashamed of my disappointment, I apologize to you." The poor man asked, "Why are you shy?"

"Take me away every day, take me out of the river, and fill me with water from the river, and when I go to your master I will drop half of the water, break one side of my side, half of the water goes out of the crack."
The man expressed his sympathy to his pot, saying, "Do not be upset. Maybe there's something good about it now that you do not understand. "

The broken vessel, however, was not relieved of his guilt and shame, even though the message of consolation got some peace. Sadly, he started taking water on the shoulder of his shoulder every day, and while walking on the road, he started screwing his wrist with water and started fluttering together with tears. The vessel went on its way and looked around, seeing how beautiful everybody is, what a nice sunny morning, how many hundred flowers are unaware of the name of the hill. In the morning sun, in the soft breeze of the heart, they are helpless, tearing, playing. "Why so much trouble in me?" Even today, the rich man has reached half-way into his house, thinking that the pot feels like it.

He again apologized to the poor man for his failure in the return way. When the man stared at his heart, the man stopped him and tear some of the mountainous flowers on the side of the road, "Do not be sad. I already knew of this error, so every day I would carry you on one side of my shoulder. And when you go, you get rid of your crack by draining water, sometimes crying. Thus, on one side of the road you give water every day, look at the path! There are many hundreds of beautiful flowers grow ! You have given them water,
But look at the other side of the path! There is nothing except dust stones, no flowers have blown. "