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 grave in some cemetery in the Nova Scotia back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost on the way, and being a typical man, I didn't stop to ask for directions.
Finally, I arrived an hour late. The funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the grave-diggers and crew left, and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and I 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. It was a very moving experience.
When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. My head hung low, my heart was heavy. 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 was still lost. And to this day, I really don't know where the homeless man is buried. –Author Unknown
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 grave in some cemetery in the Nova Scotia back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost on the way, and being a typical man, I didn't stop to ask for directions.
Finally, I arrived an hour late. The funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the grave-diggers and crew left, and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and I 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. It was a very moving experience.
When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. My head hung low, my heart was heavy. 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 was still lost. And to this day, I really don't know where the homeless man is buried. –Author Unknown
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