>> >>Subject: Fw: STORY OF THE BAGPIPER >> >> >>STORY OF THE BAGPIPER >> >> >> >>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 Nova Scotia 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 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. >> >> >>When you have stopped laughing be sure to forward this on to >>others who would enjoy a good story.
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