Monday, November 9, 2009

This is a beautiful story about a bagpiper who was late for a funeral.

Posted by Nashville Magician at 6:06 PM


As a bagpiper, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man who had no family or friends. The funeral was to be held at a cemetery in the remote countryside and this man would be the first to be laid to rest there.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost and being a typical man, did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late. I saw the  backhoe and the crew who were eating lunch but the hearse was nowhere in sight.

I apologized to the workers for my tardiness and stepped to the side of the open grave where I saw the  vault lid already in place.

I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long but this was the proper thing to do. The  workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I played out my heart and soul.

As I played the workers began to weep. I  played and I played like I'd never played before, from Going Home and The Lord is My Shepherd to Flowers of the  Forest. I closed the lengthy session with Amazing Grace and walked to my car. 

As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another, Oh my goodness, I have never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.


Thanks for reading! 
Rodney

 

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