Friday, August 6, 2010

Bagpipers' Retreat...a touching story.

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 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."


  1. Uh .... *smirk* Well, what's a body to do.

  2. SnortLOL. That one blindsided me like Lawrence Taylor hitting Joe Theismann.

  3. Inno: " Lawrence Taylor hitting Joe Theismann."

    Ouch! Dude, I did not need that image in my mind right before lunch.

    But, I know what you mean.

  4. I'm sending you the bill for the keyboard and monitor I just blew a mouthful of RC all over.

    And ditto on the Joe Theismann/LT comment. That thought sends me crawling for the Vicodin.

  5. Sorry, Diamond Dave! I didn't see that one coming, either. Oooooh man, every time I think about that hit it still gives me the willies.


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