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The Bagpiper and the Funeral

   

As a bagpiper, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave-side service for a homeless man with no family or friends. The funeral was to be held at a cemetery in the Oklahoma back country.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost; and
being a typical man didn't stop for directions. I finally
arrived an hour late. I saw the backhoe and the crew. The funeral guy had evidently gone, as the diggers were eating lunch and the hearse was nowhere in sight.
 

   

I felt badly about this. I apologized to the men for being
late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down. The
vault lid was already in place.

I started to play and the workers gathered around. I played out my heart and soul for this homeless man. And as I played Amazing Grace, the workers began to weep. I played like I'd never played before.. Then I finished and started for my car.

As I was opened the door, I heard one of the workers say, "Man that was really moving, I ain't never seen nothin' like that before."

"And I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty
years."

 

     

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