Tuesday, July 13, 2010

A very touching story :0(

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 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....

5 comments:

creativedawn said...

I was reading blogs through the google reader, and when I read this I laughed until I cried...this is so, sooooo funny!
Thank you very much!

hugz,
Pam

Barb said...

That is just tooo funny!!

Quilts and Cats said...

Thank you for starting my morning with a big smile :) Lynne

carla (http://dancingmoon-carla.blogspot.com/) said...

Yes!!!! Thanks!!!! hugs

Pauline said...

Oh my gosh! That was so hilarious! Thank you so much for posting that story.