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the bagpiper

Posted by on Dec. 14, 2009 at 12:48 PM
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 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
>> >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 was opened 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 twenty years."

            




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