Day in the life of a bagpiper...

[Flynt]

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.
                   
       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 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 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.
       
       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.
     

        As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers
say, "I never seen anything like that before, and I've been putting in
septic tanks for twenty years."
       
       Apparently, I'm still lost....it's a man thing.

[FJmonkey]

That lifted my heart just a little, knowing that I am not the only one getting lost and playing my heart out for the wrong group.