crazypj
Split personality, I fake being smart
Sooooo touching!
As a bagpiper, I'm often called upon to play at weddings, military
events, and funerals. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to
play at a grave side service for a homeless man. The man had no family
or friends, so the service was set at the county pauper's cemetery in
the Kentucky back woods.
I was not familiar with the backwoods and soon found myself lost. Being
a typical man I didn't stop to ask for directions. I finally arrived an
hour late - the staff from the funeral home was long 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. 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."
As a bagpiper, I'm often called upon to play at weddings, military
events, and funerals. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to
play at a grave side service for a homeless man. The man had no family
or friends, so the service was set at the county pauper's cemetery in
the Kentucky back woods.
I was not familiar with the backwoods and soon found myself lost. Being
a typical man I didn't stop to ask for directions. I finally arrived an
hour late - the staff from the funeral home was long 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. 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."