In a small village in the middle of the desert, lived a man who brought water every morning from a spring located a few kilometers away.
He placed two large jugs on either side of a thick wooden bar that, in turn, rested on his shoulders. And so, with joy in the body and a smile in the soul, a path began that was always the same.
It took about an hour to get to the spring. Once there, he would sit for a while to rest and then fill the two pitchers to start his return.
Although they were similar, there was an important difference between the two containers. You did your job perfectly, keeping all your water intact during the journey. On the other hand, the other, due to a small wound in one of his sides, was losing water during the return; So much so that, upon reaching the village again, it had lost half of its contents.
This last pitcher, as the days passed, felt more and more sad, because he knew that he was not doing his job. And yet he did not understand why its owner did not fix it or, directly, substitute it for another. Maybe, he thought, I'm waiting for the moment when I totally break to change to a newer one.
And so the days passed, and the weeks, and the months, and above all the thoughts of a pitcher that felt less useful every day ...
The day came when he could not take it anymore and, taking advantage of the water carrier hugging him in his hands to fill it with water, he addressed him:
"I feel guilty for wasting your time and effort." I ask you to abandon me and change me for a newer one, because you see that I am unable to serve you as I should.
-Than? Replied the water carrier, puzzled. I don't understand you, why do you say you don't serve me?
"Didn't you realize that I'm broken and I'm losing half the water on the way back."
The water carrier, moved, showed a small smile, hugged her to his chest and said in a low voice.
"You are not better or worse, you are simply different and that is exactly why I need you."
The pitcher understood nothing.
"Look, we're going to do one thing," said the water carrier. Today, on the way back, I want you to look closely at which side of the road flowers are growing.