BAGPIPE

I have friend that plays the bagpipe. He told me the following story.

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 theKentucky 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 andsaw 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, and 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 opening the door to my car, I heard one of the worker say,
“Sweet Mother of Jesus, I never seen nothing like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

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