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Glendale Ky. |
As a
bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral
director to play at a grave-side service for a homeless man. He had
no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery way
up in Aroostook County.
As I was not familiar
with The County, 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 was opening the
door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "Sweet Mother of Jesus, I
never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks
for over twenty years."
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Too Funny!
