It's a man thing
Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 3:42 pmAs 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....
it's a man thing.........
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....
it's a man thing.........
