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10-26-2010, 11:41 AM
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A Homeless Man's Funeral
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 Kentucky 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....
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 Kentucky 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....
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