Subject:
The Bagpiper
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 Nova Scotia 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 people had evidently
gone as 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 was hung low, my heart was full.
As
I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I
never seen anything like that before, and I've been putting in septic
tanks for twenty years."
Apparently
I am still lost......it's a man thing. anonymous
