I
lifted this from one of my Facebook friends.
As a
guitarist, 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.
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 guitar 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…
Have
a great day and thanks for stopping by Almost Heaven South.
Larry
ha ha!
ReplyDeleteOMG, this made me laugh out loud! Have good one you nut!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the smiles.
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