As a
bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a
funeral
director to play at a graveside service for a homeless
Man. He had
no family or friends, so the service was to be at a
Pauper's
cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar
with the
backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man,
I didn't stop
for directions.
I finally
arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently
gone and the
hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the
diggers and
crew left and they were eating lunch.
I felt badly
and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the
side of the
grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in
place. I
didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
The workers
put down their lunches and began to gather around.
I played out
my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends.
I played like
I've never played before for this homeless man.
And as I
played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept,
I wept, we
all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes
and started
for my car.
Though my
head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened
the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say,
"I never
seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in
septic tanks
for twenty years."
Apparently,
I'm still lost... It's a man thing.
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