Imperfect= I’m perfect! Friends I’m sharing a short story with you, that I read a few days back. There was a water bearer who had two large pots hung on each terminal of a wooden rod, which he used to carry across his neck. One pot had a crack while another was in perfect shape. […]No one is useless because imperfect is a new perfect.
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