Homeless Man's Funeral
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 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 bad 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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