The story is told of a couple who went to England to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary and shopped at a beautiful antique store. They both liked antiques and
pottery,and especially tea-cups,and so spotting an exceptional cup,they asked "May we see that? We have never seen a cup quite so beautiful."
As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the tea-cup spoke... "You do not understand." It said, "I have not always been a tea-cup. 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, Do not do that. I do not 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 am getting so dizzy! I am
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...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!" Not yet. When I thought I could not bear it another minute, the door opened. He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began
Oh, that felt so good! "Ah, this is much better," I thought. But, after I cooled he picked me up and he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible.. "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 time. This time it 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 and 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 is 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 is not me, that could not be me. It is beautiful. I am 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 had 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 had not put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and
painted you all over, but if I had not done that, you never would have hardened. You would not have had any color in your life.
"And if I had not put you back in that second oven, you would not 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."