You don't have to be a bagpiper to appreciate this story!
   
   
   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.
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