John Morrow
Mopars and Harleys
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral
director to play at a grave side service for a homeless man.
He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a
pauper'scemetery in
the Kentucky 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 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 andfriends. 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 was opening 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."
Why can't us men just ask for
directions? :angry7:
director to play at a grave side service for a homeless man.
He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a
pauper'scemetery in
the Kentucky 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 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 andfriends. 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 was opening 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."
Why can't us men just ask for
directions? :angry7:
