As a bagpiper, old Scotty plays many gigs. A while back he was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man that had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Nova Scotia backcountry.
Since he was not familiar with the backwoods, he got lost, and, being a typical man, didn’t stop for directions.
He 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. He felt bad and apologized to the men for being late.
He went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. He didn’t know what else to do, so started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. He played out his heart and soul for this man with no family or friends.
He played as he had never played before for this homeless man.
And as he played “Amazing Grace”, the workers began to weep. They wept, he wept, they all wept together.
When he finished, he packed up his bagpipes and started for his car. Though his head was hung low, his heart was full.
As he opened the door to his car, he heard one of the workers say, “I have never seen anything like that before, and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
Apparently, old Scotty was still lost….it’s a man thing.