Reply #1: Here's the book excerpt that was included in the E-mail notification from her.

[I Have A Dream]

For your reading pleasure from Remembering Your Soul Purpose:

"A water bearer in India had two large pots,
each hung on either end of a pole
which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had
a crack in it, and while the other pot
was perfect and always delivered a full portion of
water at the end of the long walk
from the stream to the master's house, the cracked
pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the
bearer delivering only one and a half
pots full of water to his master's house. The perfect
pot was proud of its accomplishments,
but the cracked pot was miserable, ashamed that it
was able to accomplish only half of
what it had been made to do. After two years of
what it perceived to be a bitter failure,
the cracked pot spoke to the water bearer one day
by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to
you." "Why? What are you ashamed of?"
asked the bearer. "I have been able, for these past
two years, to deliver only half my load
because this crack in my side causes water to leak
out all the way back to your master's house.
Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work,
and you don't get full value from your efforts,"
the pot said.
The water bearer felt compassion and said, "As we
return to the master's house, I want
you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the
old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming
many beautiful wild flowers on the side
of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end
of the trail, it still felt bad because
it had leaked out half its load, and so again it
apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there
were flowers only on your side of
the path, but not on the other pot's side? That is
because I have always known about
your crack. Accepting what was given to me,
I planted flower seeds on your side of the path,
and every day while we walk back from the stream,
you've watered them. For two years I
have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate my master's table. Without you
being just the way you are, he would not have this
beauty to grace his house."

Author Unknown