and a little humor to end with......
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside of 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 to be seen. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down to see the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what 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 the poor man had no family or friends. I played like I 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 picked up my bagpipes and started for my car. though my head was hung low, my heart was warm.
As I opened the door of 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.
Until next month, enjoy and stay safe.
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