An old woman had two water cans, which were attached to a wooden stick, one in right side and one in left side. Each day she used to carry them over her shoulders and went down to the river, filled the cans, and walked back to her hut.
The water can on the right side of the stick was fine and sturdy; when she arrived home it was always full. But the can on the left had a crack in it. By the time the woman arrived home, half the water was usually gone.
The cracked water can always felt inferior to his partner. He was ashamed that he was cracked and wasn't able to hold the water.
One day he turned to the woman and apologized for being defective.
The woman smiled gently and said, 'Did you think I didn't know that you had a crack, and water dripped from you? Look at the path from the river to my hut. Do you see all the beautiful flowers that are growing on the one side of the path? Those are the flowers that I planted there, that you watered every day as I walked home from the river.
MORAL
no one is superior or interior, there is role for everyone to play, and everyone is perfectly playing their role.
**Good morning to u all**
