....There was an elderly couple who loved antiques and pottery and especially teacups. One day, while shopping for antiques they came across this beautiful teacup. They said, “We’ve never seen one quite so beautiful.”
As the lady handed it to them suddenly the teacup began to talk. “You know I haven’t always been like this. There was a time when nobody wanted me. There was a time when I was not attractive at all. You see there was a time in my life when I was just an old, hard, lump of clay. "
Then, the master potter came along and he began to pat me and reshape me. I said, “Stop it! What are you doing? That hurts! Ahhhh!!! Leave me alone! " He simply looked at me and said,"not yet! "
Then, he put me on this wheel and began to spin me around and around and around. I got so dizzy that I could hardly see straight. I felt sick to my stomach. I said, "What’s happening to me?’ I just knew I was losing it! I said, " let me off of here! I can’t take this any more!" He just looked at me and said,"not yet! "
Finally, the day came when I had taken on a new shape. All this spinning around had actually done something. All that patting, molding, squeezing, and pinching had given me a new shape. I thought, phew! Finally it’s over!
Then, all of the sudden he put me in this furnace. He said something about the first firing. Man, was it hot in there. I couldn’t believe how hot it was in there. I thought, man, I can’t stand this! I am going to die! This will surely kill me! Get me out of here! Don’t you love me at all?
“Why are you leaving me in here? You can see me through the glass and the oven door. You can get me out of here. You can see what I am going through. Why are you leaving me in here if you love me?” But he wouldn’t let me out. He just looked through the glass in the door and said, "not yet!"
Finally, the oven door opened and he took me out and set me on a shelf. I thought, pheww! Man, thank God this is over! He let me sit there a while and then he began to paint me all over and boy did it stink! He changed my color from grey to this pretty blue that I am now. I said, “This stinks! It’s chocking me! I don’t like this smell! Stop it! Stop it! Please, Stop it!” He just looked at me and said, "not yet!"
Then, he put me back in the oven a second time around and it was called the second firing. It was twice as hot as the first one. I thought, now I am going to die. I will never make it through this one! I know I made it through the other one, but I can’t stand this! Please master poster listen to me, you have to get me out of here. This will kill me. Get me out! Get me out! He just looked at me and said, "not yet! "
Then, one day the door finally opened and he took me out and put me on this shelf to cool off. So, after I cooled off he finally handed me a mirror. I couldn’t believe how beautiful I was! I couldn’t believe how I had changed! Why, I didn’t look anything at all like that ugly, grey lump of clay I use to be. Now I was this beautiful, delicate teacup and everybody wants me now.
You see, there was a time in my life that nobody wanted me, nobody liked me, and nobody paid any attention to me. They just kicked me around, looked over me, walked on me, but you see now I am special-but it wasn’t always this way.
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