Thanks to Austin Stampley for reminding me of one of my favorite stories: A bagpiper was recently 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 back country. He was not familiar with this particular area and got lost. Being a typical man, he didn’t ask directions. He 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. He felt badly about being so late and apologized to the men. He went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. He didn’t know what else to do, so he started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. He played his heart and soul for this man with no family or friends. He played like he had never played before for this homeless man. As he played “Amazing Grace,” the workers began to weep. They wept, the bagpipe player wept, they all wept together. When he finished he packed up his pipes and started for his car. Though his head was hung low his heart was full. As he opened the door to his car, he heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years!”
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 21:18:48 +0000
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