28 August, 2012

The Bagpiper

I received the following story in an email today and it was just too moving not to share. I hope you enjoy it the way I did.

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 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 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 my heart and soul out 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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This was truly funny. Thanks for sharing - it really did make me LOL. Vickie Todd