[BITList] bagpipes at a funeral service

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> *Subject:**Bagpipes at a funeral service*
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>                         /Time is like a river. You cannot touch the
>                         water twice, because the flow that has passed
>                         will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of
>                         life./
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>                         /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 *Nova Scotia* back country.
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>                         As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I
>                         got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't
>                         stop for directions.
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>                         I 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. I felt badly and apologized to the men
>                         for being late.
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>                         I went to the side of the grave and looked
>                         down and the vault lid was already in place. I
>                         didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.
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>                         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.
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>                         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 was hung low, my heart was full.
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>                         As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of
>                         the workers say, "I never seen nothing like
>                         that before and I've been putting in septic
>                         tanks for twenty years."
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>                         Apparently I'm still lost....it's a man thing./
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