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Homeless Man's Funeral
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.
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"People will forget what you said; People will forget what you did.
But people will never forget how you made them feel."
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