The Moral to the Story Is…

Recently I received this story in an email: “I was supposed to play for a graveside service. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions. 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. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and it looked like the vault lid was already in place. 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 my heart and soul out for this man with no family or friends. I played like I’d never played before for this homeless man. 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.

“My head hung low but my heart was full. As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

I am sure there are all kinds of applications to be made from that story but I am going to leave it up to you to fill in the blank for the moral to this story. I just thought with all the nonsense going on in our world it would be good to have a laugh. Have a blessed day.



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