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 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
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
March 2, 2011