STORY.
The Cracked Pot.

Many moons ago, there lived in the Burren a boy called Finn who’s daily job was to carry water from Corranroo Well to his family’s home in Newquay.

He was a smart lad and used a pole that he carried across his shoulders that enabled him carry two pots at the same time, one on either end. 

One of the pots had a perfect body and never leaked a drop of water whereas the other pot had a small crack in it.

At the end of the long walk the perfect pot would be full as a tick whereas the cracked pot would arrive only half full.

For a full year, this went on daily, with Finn delivering the one and a half pots of water to his parents home.

Like the rest of us, pots have their egos also and the perfect pot soon became proud of its perfect body and fine accomplishments.

If it did itself, the poor cracked pot became increasingly ashamed of its imperfection and discouraged that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

One fine day after filling the pots Finn was having a well deserved smoke beside the Well when the cracked pot confided despairingly to him.

‘Finn, I’m ashamed and mortified of myself because of the crack in my side which I know causes me to leak water.’

Finn looked lovingly and compassionately at the cracked pot and says to it.

‘Cracked Pot, as we return to Newquay, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”

‘As they did so, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wildflowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it up greatly. Nonetheless, at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologised to Finn.

Finn said gently to the cracked pot, 

‘Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the 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 the past year, I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate and bring joy to our home. 

‘Without you being just the way you are, we would not have this beauty to grace our home.’

INSIGHT.

  • This story teaches us that each of us has our own unique flaws, but it’s often these imperfections that make us special and valuable and unique. 
  • Just like the cracked pot, which thought it was flawed and useless, we may underestimate our worth and contribution. 
  • Our perceived weaknesses however can sometimes be the source of unexpected beauty, growth, and blessings for ourselves and others. 
  • It reminds us to embrace our imperfections and recognise the hidden value within them.

QUOTE.

‘I have too many flaws to be perfect. But I have too many blessings to be ungrateful.’
— Zig Ziglar.

QUESTION.

  1. Can you accept yourself exactly as you are?

POSTSCRIPT.

‘Focus is how you knit the hours of the day together. With focus, the day becomes a beautiful tapestry. Without focus, you end up holding a bundle of loose string.’

Reilly saw this on an email from James Clear on Thursday and for the umpteenth time it confirmed to him that James writes ‘the most wisdom per word of any newsletter on the web.’

THE PASSING OF AN ENTREPRENEUR AND A GENTLEMAN.

Occasionally you come across great entrepreneurs. And sometimes you stumble across gentlemen. 

Des McLoughlin, founder of Trojan IT – one of the finest businesses in Roscommon and the North West, was both an entrepreneur and gentleman of distinction.

Once at a strategic thinking session Reilly asked the leadership team to identify their roles in the business. Most choose to define themselves by their functional titles such as production manager; IT manager; receptionist; financial controller and so on.

Des identified himself simply as ‘problem solver.’

And that was quintessential Des. To his colleagues; his customers; his family; and slews of people who just needed help. Des solved problems. Sometimes small problems. Oftentimes, massive problems.

Des read ‘The Life O’Reilly’ every Sunday. If he liked it and thought it could have helped someone he passed it on. That was his way. He radiated positive energy.

It’s perhaps no surprise that his son Kyle named his own business  (the current Roscommon business of the year) ‘Posude.’ ‘Posude’ is a combination of the words ‘Positive Attitude.’ Des McLoughlin personified it.

To Kyle, the rest of the family and all the Trojan IT team we extend our heartfelt sympathy. 

Funeral arrangements https://rip.ie/death-notice/desmond-mcloughlin-roscommon-boyle-551886

Leaba i measc na naingeal agus na naoimh agat.

 

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