T.K. steps up again ...
Very moving.....
I love this story. Lay down
whatever is bothering you, breathe in the fresh air and LISTEN to 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 apologised 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.
4 comments:
I laughed and laughed until I cried!! Thank you.
I laughed until a tear ran down my leg. Thanks for that, Jenny. I will send this on to my old dad, who has always enjoyed a good story. And I'll send my trousers downstairs to be laundered.
That story is sexist. It demeans men.
Glad it amused you all - in your different ways ... ! ;)
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