> Read to the end to understand.
>
>
> As a bagpiper, I play many gigs.
>
> Recently I was asked by a funeral director
> to play at a graveside service for a rural man with no family.
>
> 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 male, 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.
