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As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked
by a funeral director to play at a graveside service tor a
homeless man. He had he family er friends, so the
service was to be at a pauper' s cemetery in the back
country. As I was not familiar with the back country, I
got lost, and being a typical man, I didn' t stop tar
I finally arrived an hem late and saw the funeral guy had
evidently gene and the hearse was nowhere in sight.
There were only the diggers and crew left and they were
sitting in the shade having their lunch.
I felt w bad, and apoligized to the men fer being late.
I went to the side the grave and melted down and the
vault lid was already in place. I didn' t knew what else
to do, I started to play.
The workers put dawn their lunches and began to
gather around. I played my heart nut fer this man, with
family or friends. And as I played Amazing Grace,
the workers began to weep. When t finished, I packed
up my bagpipes and started tor my car. Though my
head was hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the deer my car, t heard one of the
workers say, "I' never seen nothin' like that before Sir,
and I' been putting in septic tanks fer over twenty
Apparently, I' m still lest...