As a bagpiper, I play many gigs . Recently I was asked by a...

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    As a bagpiper, I play many gigs . Recently I was asked by a funeral director toplay 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 backcountry.


    As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, Ididn't stop for directions.


    Ifinally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and thehearse was nowhere in sight.


    Therewere only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badlyand apologized to the men for being late.


    Iwent to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already inplace. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.


    Theworkers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out myheart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I'venever played before for this homeless man.


    Andas I played "Amazing Grace", the workers began to weep. They wept, Iwept, we all wept together.


    WhenI finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head washung low, my heart was full.


    AsI opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I have neverseen anything like that before, and I've been putting in septic tanks fortwenty years."


    Apparently, I'm still lost … it's a man thing.
    Last edited by hotstocks: 27/04/19
 
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