Sometimes Home Inspectors hear the greatest stories, like this one: 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 nor friends, so the service was to be at a paupers cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the area, I got lost, and being a typical self-managed professional, I didnt 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 didnt 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 Ive 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 Ive been putting in septic tanks for twenty years. Apparently, I was still lost . . .
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 23:57:07 +0000
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