The old woman smiled, “Did you notice that 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 these beautiful flowers to decorate the table“.
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Important lesson! I wonder if that’s where the phrase ‘crackpot’ – used to describe someone a little bit different – came from?