Amazing Grace.
As a Bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave side 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 pretty quick!, 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 bad for being late, so I apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down to see 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 my heart and soul out for this man with no family and friends.. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.
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 walking to my car. Even though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I was opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I've never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in Septic Tanks for twenty years".
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