The Potter and the Clay

The Potter and the Clay

There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in a beautiful antique store. This trip was to celebrate their wedding anniversary. They both liked antiques and pottery, and especially teacups.
Spotting an exceptional cup, they asked, “May we see that? We've never seen a cup quite so beautiful.”
As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke; this is the story the teacup told.

“You don't understand!” it said. “I have not always been a teacup.
There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay. My master took me, and rolled me, pounded and patted me, over and over, and I yelled out, “Don't do that! I don't like it, let me alone!” But he only smiled and gently said, “Not yet!”
Then, WHAM! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. “Stop it! I'm getting so dizzy I'm going to be sick!” I screamed, but the master only nodded and said quietly, “Not yet.”
He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself and then... then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door. “Help, get me out of here!” I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side, “Not yet.”
When I thought I couldn't bear it another minute, the door opened. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. Oh, that felt so good… “Ah, this is much better”, I thought.
But after I cooled, he picked me up and brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. “Oh, please! Stop it, Stop it!” I cried. He only shook his head and said: “Not yet!”
Then suddenly he put me back into the oven. Only it was not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I just knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. I was convinced I would never make it. I was ready to give up.
Just then the door opened, and he took me out, and again placed me on the shelf, where I cooled and waited… and waited… wondering what's he going to do to me next?
An hour later he handed me a mirror and said: “Look at yourself!” And I did. I said: “That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful!”
Quietly he spoke. “I want you to remember.”
Then he said: “I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened. You would not have had any colour in your life. If I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't have survived for long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you.”

~ Author Unknown