Time
is like a river. You cannot touch the water twice, because the flow that has
passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of life. 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 North Wales.
As
I was not familiar with the area, I got lost and, being a typical man, I
didn't stop for directions.
I
finally found the church arriving two hours 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 was hung low, my heart was full.
As
I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen
anything 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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