The playin' of the bagpipes
Ron in Oregon
2012/05/03 18:14:20
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Bagpipes at a Funeral
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. 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.... it's a man
thing.
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. 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.... it's a man
thing.
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