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As a piper, I play many gigs. Some of them are very strange.
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 was to be buried in a pauper's cemetery in the Scottish Highlands.
I didn't know the area, and got hopelessly lost. I finally arrived over an hour late. The funeral director 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 bad, and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down. The bottom was already covered with earth, so, as I didn't know what else to do, I started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather round. I played my heart and soul out for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.
And as I finally 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 walked quietly to my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door, I heard one of the workers say,
"I've nae ever seen NOTHIN' like that afore. . .