It helps to get lost sometimes

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 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 hung low, my heart was full.

As I opened 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."

Apparently I'm still lost....it's a man thing

(now go enjoy your day .....Big Bill

Thanks Norman