generaljmwlee
Well-Known Member
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 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
digging 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...
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 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
digging 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...
but I'm sure this was posted 20th Sept 2002,can you check Bob :jester:
Unless you drive a chevy or ford! :lmao: :lmao: :lmao: