One day two students of the teacher Chang Hu came to his home. They sat down at the table as they should. And Chang Hu put a golden cup in front of one of his students, and in front of the other an old and cleaved jar. Both the cup and the jar were filled with water. – “Help yourself,” – Chang Hu said.
The student who got the golden cup drank the water and with gratitude bowed to his former teacher. The student, whom the old jar was given to, looked at the teacher with reproof and asked:
“Tell me honorable Chang Hu, do you treat your former students so differently, that you offer one of them to drink water from a golden cup and me – to drink from an old and cleaved jar? After so much time spent learning from you, I still can’t tell whom you prefer more?”
Chang Hu smiled and said:
“The golden cup, that for many years is stored in my house, my dear students, I place before the most honored guests. Not everyone is allowed to drink from it, because it is valuable to me because of the gold.”
Chang Hu continued:
“But I myself never use this cup. However, every day I drink water from my favorite old jar that serves me for so many years with faith and truth.
This jar is valuable to my heart. I know every crack and cleavage on it. So, my dear students, how I treat both you, you decide…..”
“…..Remember only one thing, that from the kitchen utensils in this house I only have a golden cup and a cleaved jar. And into both of them, I simply pour water.”
Moral of the story?
I’ll let you decide what this means to you