A bagpiper, who play many gigs. Recently 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 a wild, remote area of Scotland. As he was not familiar with the backwoods, he got lost :confusion-scratchheadblue: and, being a typical man, didn't stop for directions. 
He finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral man had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the grave diggers left and they were eating lunch.
He felt badly and apologized to the men for being late,
and went to the side of the grave and looked down to see the vault lid already in place, as he didn't know what else to do, he started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. He played out his heart and soul for this man with no family or friends, and played like he'd never played before for this homeless man.
Then as he played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep, they wept, he wept, they all wept together. When he finished he packed up his bagpipes and started for his car with his head hung low, and heart full he opened the door of his car, and heard one of the workers say,
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"Ahv nivver saw nothin' like tha' befoor an' ah've bin puttin' in septic tanks fur twinty yeers."
He finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral man had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the grave diggers left and they were eating lunch.
He felt badly and apologized to the men for being late,
and went to the side of the grave and looked down to see the vault lid already in place, as he didn't know what else to do, he started to play.The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. He played out his heart and soul for this man with no family or friends, and played like he'd never played before for this homeless man.
Then as he played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep, they wept, he wept, they all wept together. When he finished he packed up his bagpipes and started for his car with his head hung low, and heart full he opened the door of his car, and heard one of the workers say,
.
.
.
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"Ahv nivver saw nothin' like tha' befoor an' ah've bin puttin' in septic tanks fur twinty yeers."
