Sheri found this poignant story the other day and I felt
the need to share it with you. In this time of stress and turmoil, we can all
use a little spiritual uplift.
As a bagpiper, I play
many gigs. 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 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 the 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. 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, and 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!”
See what I mean. Don’t you feel better already!
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