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 Nova Scotia 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.
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 finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car.
Though my head was hung low, my heart was full.
Apparently, I'm still lost....it's a man thing. When you have stopped laughing be sure to share this with others who would enjoy a good story.