Friday, 11 March 2011

Amazing Grace

As a bagpiper, for obvious reasons I don't get to play many gigs. So I was thrilled when 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 way out in the fens.

Well the day came and I set off. Not being familiar with the area, I soon got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions.

I finally arrived over an hour late and saw that the funeral bloke had evidently gone, the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologised to the men for being late.

I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the coffin lid was already in place and earth covered most of it. 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 poor, homeless man who I didn't even know. 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, "I ain't never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

Apparently I was still lost...


1 comment:

Angela Samson said...

This has made my day! love your stories Peter, this one certainly has put a smile on my face.