There was a couple who used to go to England to
shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and
especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.
One
day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup.They said, "May
we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful."
As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke. "You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup.
There
was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled
me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "let me alone", but he
only smiled, "Not yet."
"Then I was
placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun
around and around and around.Stop it! I'm getting dizzy! I screamed. But
the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet.'
Then
he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted
to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him
through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, 'Not
yet.'
Finally the door opened, he put me
on the shelf, and I began to cool. 'There, that's better,' I said. And
he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I
would gag. 'Stop it, stop it!' I cried. He only nodded, 'Not yet.'
Then
suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was
twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I
screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening
nodding his head saying, 'Not yet.'
Then I
knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give
up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf.
One 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.'
'I want you to remember,
then,' he said, 'I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had
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 knew it hurt and 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 color in your life. And
if I hadn't put you back in that second oven,you wouldn't survive for
very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a
finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with
you.
(Source: From Internet)