Bagpiper:

 

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.

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..it's a man thing .