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I thought I would pass along this email I recieved

The Piper's Tale
 
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 cemetery in the backcountry.
 
As I was not familiar with the area, I got lost; and, being a typical man, I didn't ask for directions.  I finally arrived, an hour late, and saw the funeral director was already gone, and the hearse was nowhere insight.  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.  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 bagpipes 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, "Sweet Mother of Jesus, I never seen nothin' like that before, and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years!"