Born or made?

The stepping stone across the door at the temple entrance complained to the idol inside,"What sins have I committed that the visitors always trample upon me and cause pain, and what great deeds have you done that they apply scent and flowers to you? Is it not that we both were born just the same and of same color?"

The idol inside the temple replied, "well, it is not by fortune of birth that I am here; in fact, it was you who was first chosen to be seated in my place. When the sculptor placed his chisel on you to carve you into a beautiful idol, you were reluctant to bear the pain and screamed. You felt that why should it be you who should suffer while others were not caused any pain. The sculptor got scared with all sorts of strange noises from the stone and abandoned you. Instead, he then started working on me. I endured silently the great pain from the constant chiseling. I believed that the suffering was only temporary and that it had some greater purpose. My enduring of that suffering with courage and patience now led me here".

I read this small story in Chandamama when I was a kid, and it somehow remained with me forever.