MasterG2kTR
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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 insght.
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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