There's this clock on my wall at work. It's not like other clocks on walls out there. No sir, this one is special. Not just cuz it's mine (aw, how sweet) but also because the hour hand is always off. The hour hand always stays close to the current hour no matter how close to the new hour the minute hand is getting. So at 4:45pm, for example, the minute hand looks right, but the position of the hour hand looks like it's still barely past 4pm. I'm likely not painting a great picture of what I'm talking about but trust me, it doesn't look right.
But the funny thing, though, is that the clock is as accurate as "all get out." Once you get used to the strange hour hand, you can easily get used to telling what time it is. But other colleagues before me had already written this clock off. I found it dusty and with an old battery that had been dead for months or perhaps years. (Well, mostly dead. The second hand continued to twitch and that's what caught my eye about it.)
Everyone just wanted to throw it away. (Who ever thought I could make someone cry with sympathy over a clock but I'm about to.) I picked it up, dusted it off, changed it's battery (my eyes are getting misty - with either sympathy or laughter. Not sure. You'd have to have seen Wall-E, I guess) and put it back on the nail it once hung on. Seriously, there was even a little ring on the wallpaper where you could tell it once sat. I gave it a chance, the lil guy, and it has done just great.
Sounds silly but this clock is a lot like me. Maybe a lot like you too. I've got my quirks and I definitely have my weaknesses. There are many out there who would or have already dismissed me as unimportant. But if you just give people a chance, you might find out that they are very dependable, useful, and make a great contribution to your life and to society...like my very special friend, Mr. Clocky.
And hey, it'll save a little money too. I didn't have to buy a new clock.