A bagpiper player 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. the piper wasn’t famliar with the area, got lost getting there and being a bloke, didn’t stop to ask for directions.
He finally arrived an hour late. The funeral director and hearse had gone, there were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.
He felt awful and apologised to the men for being late. He went to the side of the grave and looked down and didn’t know what else to do, so started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. The piper played with his heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. He played like he’d never played before for the homeless man.
And as he played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, the piper wept, they all wept together. When the piper finished he packed up his bagpipes and started for his car. Though his head hung low, his heart was full.
As he opened the door to my car, he heard one of the workers say, “I never saw anything like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
Homepaddock 