Two lost souls
My friend, Blake, plays the bagpipes. While on vacation outside of Glasgow, Scotland, he was requested by a Funeral director to play graveside for a homeless man who recently passed away.
He told me that since both of them were Americans it was only fitting. The man went to his final resting place with no family or friends, so the service would be at the Pauper’s cemetery in the back country.
Blake was not familiar with the backwoods and so he got lost. Being a typical man, he didn’t stop for directions.
When he finally arrive he was an hour late. The funeral home representative had evidently left and the only thing left were the grave diggers huddled around the freshly dug earth, stopping to eat their lunch.
Blake felt badly and apologized to the men for his tardiness. He went to the side of the grave and looked down. The vault lid was already in place. He was so overwhelmed that he just started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and gathered round. Blake played out his heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. His music was a testament to brotherly love and the loss of a man so alone.
When Blake played ‘Amazing Grace’ the workers began to weep. They all had tears coming down their cheeks. When he finished he turned to walk towards his car. His heart was full for doing his duty.
Just then one of the workers said, “I never seen nothin’ like that before in all me loif. And I’ve been putting in septic tanks for goin’ on twenty years, now.”
Blake is still lost. It’s a man thing.
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