No One Could Ever Dream Up A Story Like This One

No One Could Ever Dream Up A Story Like This One.. As a
young piper in Newfoundland, I was asked by a funeral
director to play at a grave-side service for a homeless
man, with no family or friends.

The funeral was to be held at a cemetery way back in the
country, and this man would be the first to be laid to rest
there. As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I
became lost; and being a typical man did not stop for
directions. I finally arrived an hour late. I saw the
backhoe and the crew, who were eating lunch,but the hearse
was nowhere in sight.

I apologized to the workers for my tardiness, and stepped
to the side of the open grave, where I saw the vault lid
already in place. I assured the workers I would not hold
them up for long, but this was the proper thing to do. The
workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I played
out my heart and soul.

As I played the workers began to weep. I played, and I
played, like I’d never played before: From My Home & The
Lord is my Shepherd to Flowers of the Forest.I closed the
lengthy session with amazing Grace and walked to my car.

As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I
overheard one of the workers saying to another, ‘Lard
Jeezuz b’y, I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve
been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.’