有裂痕的罐子

每天读一点英文之那些给我智慧和勇气的寓言故事（寓言篇）
64 The Cracked Water Pot 有裂痕的罐子
A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck.
印度有一个挑水工，他有两个大罐子，分别挂在肩上的扁担两头。
One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
其中一个罐子做工精细，从不漏水，另一个上面则有一道裂缝。
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
每当挑水工回到雇主家时，罐子里的水就只剩一半了。
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house.
这样过了整整两年，这个挑水工每天挑到雇主家的水仅有一罐半。
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.
当然，那个完好的罐子为自己的成就甚感自豪。
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
而那个可怜的有裂缝的罐子却因自身的瑕疵而羞愧不已，为自己只能装一半水而痛苦不堪。
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
痛苦了两年后，一天，那个有裂缝的罐子在小溪边对挑水工说：
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
“我很惭愧，想向你道歉。”
"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
“为什么？”挑水工问，“你羞愧什么呢？”
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house.
“为这两年来只能让你挑回一半的水。因为我身上的这个裂缝，每次你回雇主家的路上，水都在漏，到家时就只剩下半罐了。
Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
正是我的裂缝，你不得不多挑几次水，这样就浪费了你的部分劳动价值。”罐子说道。
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said,
挑水工对这个有裂痕的旧罐子感到很抱歉，他同情地说道：
"As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
“当我们返回雇主家时，我希望你能留心路旁那些美丽的花朵。”
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.
的确如此，当他们上山时，这个有裂缝的旧罐子注意到了路旁的野花，它们沐浴在阳光中非常漂亮。
But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
它感到了一丝快乐，但到雇主家时，它又为自己漏了一半水而难过起来，于是，它再次为自己的失败向挑水工道歉。
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side?
挑水工对罐子说：“你注意到了吗？你这边沿路都有花，而另一边就没有？
That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it.
我早就注意到了你的裂缝，我就是利用这一点，在你这侧的路边种上花籽。
I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.
每天，我们从小溪回来时，你就给它们浇了水。
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table.
这两年，我就采这些漂亮的花朵来装点雇主的桌子。
Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
倘若你不漏水，他就没有这么美丽的鲜花来装饰屋子了。”
寓意：
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We re all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table.
每个人都有缺点，我们都是有裂缝的罐子。只要我们能接受自身的瑕疵，总会有人来利用它们为自己服务。不要为自己的瑕疵而烦恼担忧，正视它们吧，这样，你也是美丽的创造者。要知道，我们也能在自己的缺点中找到自身的优势。\

每天读一点英文之那些给我智慧和勇气的寓言故事（寓言篇）
64 The Cracked Water Pot 有裂痕的罐子
印度有一个挑水工，他有两个大罐子，分别挂在肩上的扁担两头。
其中一个罐子做工精细，从不漏水，另一个上面则有一道裂缝。
每当挑水工回到雇主家时，罐子里的水就只剩一半了。
这样过了整整两年，这个挑水工每天挑到雇主家的水仅有一罐半。
当然，那个完好的罐子为自己的成就甚感自豪。
而那个可怜的有裂缝的罐子却因自身的瑕疵而羞愧不已，为自己只能装一半水而痛苦不堪。
痛苦了两年后，一天，那个有裂缝的罐子在小溪边对挑水工说：
“我很惭愧，想向你道歉。”
“为什么？”挑水工问，“你羞愧什么呢？”
“为这两年来只能让你挑回一半的水。因为我身上的这个裂缝，每次你回雇主家的路上，水都在漏，到家时就只剩下半罐了。
正是我的裂缝，你不得不多挑几次水，这样就浪费了你的部分劳动价值。”罐子说道。
挑水工对这个有裂痕的旧罐子感到很抱歉，他同情地说道：
“当我们返回雇主家时，我希望你能留心路旁那些美丽的花朵。”
的确如此，当他们上山时，这个有裂缝的旧罐子注意到了路旁的野花，它们沐浴在阳光中非常漂亮。
它感到了一丝快乐，但到雇主家时，它又为自己漏了一半水而难过起来，于是，它再次为自己的失败向挑水工道歉。
挑水工对罐子说：“你注意到了吗？你这边沿路都有花，而另一边就没有？
我早就注意到了你的裂缝，我就是利用这一点，在你这侧的路边种上花籽。
每天，我们从小溪回来时，你就给它们浇了水。
这两年，我就采这些漂亮的花朵来装点雇主的桌子。
倘若你不漏水，他就没有这么美丽的鲜花来装饰屋子了。”
寓意：
每个人都有缺点，我们都是有裂缝的罐子。只要我们能接受自身的瑕疵，总会有人来利用它们为自己服务。不要为自己的瑕疵而烦恼担忧，正视它们吧，这样，你也是美丽的创造者。要知道，我们也能在自己的缺点中找到自身的优势。\

A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it, and 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 master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
"Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house.
Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said,
"As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.
But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side?
That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it.
I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table.
Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We re all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father's table.