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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 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


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."

Apparently I'm still lost.....

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