A Story for a Crackpot

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots,

each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.

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One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect.

It always delivered a full portion of water.

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At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house,

the cracked pot arrived only half full.

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For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home

only one and a half pots of water.► ◄
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.► ◄
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection,

and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.► ◄
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure,

It spoke to the woman one day by the stream.

I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak

out all the way back to your house.'► ◄
The old woman n smiled, 'Did you notice?

There are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'► ◄
'That's because I have always known about your flaw,

so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path,

and every day while we walk back, you water them.'► ◄
'For two years I have been able to pick

Beautiful flowers to decorate the table.► ◄
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be

This beauty to grace the house.'► ◄
Each of us has our own unique flaw. It's the cracks and flaws we have

that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.► ◄
You've just got to take each person for what they are

and look for the good in them.► ◄
SO, my crackpot friend have a great day

Remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!

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Tragedy for George Dubya

President' Bush was visiting a primary school and he visited one of the classes. They were in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher asked the President if he would like to lead the discussion on the word 'tragedy'.

So the illustrious leader asked the class for an example of a 'tragedy'.

One little boy stood up and offered: 'If my best friend, who lives on a farm, is playing in the field and a tractor runs over him and kills him, that would be a tragedy.

'No,' said Bush, 'that would be an accident.'

A little girl raised her hand:

'If a school bus carrying 50 children drove over a cliff, killing everyone inside,

that would be a tragedy.'

'I'm afraid not,' explained the president. 'That's what we would call great loss.'

The room went silent. No other children volunteered.

Bush searched the room.

'Isn't there someone here who can give me an example of a tragedy?'

Finally at the back of the room a small boy raised his hand...In a quiet voice he said:

'If Air Force One carrying you and Mrs. Bush was struck by a 'friendly fire' missile and blown to smithereens, that would be a tragedy.'

'Fantstic!' exclaimed Bush. 'That's right. And can you tell me why that would be tragedy?'

'Well,' says the boy, 'It has to be a tragedy, because it certainly wouldn't be a great loss and it probably wouldn't be a fucking accident either'.

A Story with a Moral

A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company. One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that she's lost. Wandering about, she notices a leopard heading rapidly in her direction with the intention of having lunch. The old poodle thinks, Oh, oh, I'm in deep dodo now! Noticing some bones on the ground close by, she immediately settles down to chew on the bones with her back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the old poodle exclaims loudly, Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?

Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. Whew! says the leopard, That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!

Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.

The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine! Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, What am I going to do now?, but instead of running, the dog sits down with her back to her attackers, pretending she hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says: Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!

Moral of this story

Don't mess with old ones...age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience!