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Just Hold On

teacup

There was a couple who used to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques, pottery and especially teacups. 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, I haven’t always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and 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 and suddenly I was spun 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. That’s better 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 you.’ And I did. I said, ‘That’s not me; that couldn’t be me. It’s beautiful.’

‘I want you to remember,’ he said, ‘I know it’s hurt 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 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 colour in your life.

And if I hadn’t put you back in the second oven, you wouldn’t survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are what you should be.'”

While you are in your toughest phase of life, you are going through the journey to make the best of what you can be. Just hold on.

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