g0rd0
Gold Member
I got a new kilt for Christmas and was reminded of this story.
As a piper I played many gigs and was asked to play at a funeral for a homeless man. The deceased had no family or friends so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the back country of Calgary.
Since I was not familiar with the back woods I got lost and, being a typical man I did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had already left and that the hearse was nowhere in sight. Only the digging crew was left and they where eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for been late. I went to the side of the grave looked down and saw that the vault lid was already in place. I did not know what else to do, so, I took out my pipes and began to play.
The workers put down their lunches and gathered around. I played out my heart and soul for this homeless man with no family or friends. I played like I've never played before.
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 bag pipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the car door, I heard one of the workers say, "I have never seen nothing like that before, and I have been putting in septic tanks for over 20 years."
Apparently I am still lost, Its a man thing
As a piper I played many gigs and was asked to play at a funeral for a homeless man. The deceased had no family or friends so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the back country of Calgary.
Since I was not familiar with the back woods I got lost and, being a typical man I did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had already left and that the hearse was nowhere in sight. Only the digging crew was left and they where eating lunch.
I felt badly and apologized to the men for been late. I went to the side of the grave looked down and saw that the vault lid was already in place. I did not know what else to do, so, I took out my pipes and began to play.
The workers put down their lunches and gathered around. I played out my heart and soul for this homeless man with no family or friends. I played like I've never played before.
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 bag pipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the car door, I heard one of the workers say, "I have never seen nothing like that before, and I have been putting in septic tanks for over 20 years."
Apparently I am still lost, Its a man thing
