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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 male, 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.
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YoungBonita Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
This was really beautiful. Thanks for sharing with us.
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