This ones for my son
My son told me this story and I am passing it on.
As a guitarist, my son gets all kinds of gigs, but recently he was dying for a unique one. A funeral director asked him to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. This gentleman had no family or friends, so they planned a simple service at a pauper’s cemetery in the boondocks. My son wasn’t exactly familiar with the backwoods, and as fate would have it, he got lost.
After a lot of wrong turns and dead ends, he finally arrived an hour late, only to find the funeral director had evidently given up the ghost and left, along with the hearse. The only folks left were the diggers and crew, who were gathered around the gravesite having lunch.
Feeling terrible, he apologized for his grave mistake. He walked up to the side of the grave and noticed the vault lid was already in place. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled out his guitar and started to play.
The workers put down their sandwiches and drifted closer. He played his heart out, strumming up all the love he could for this man who had no one. As he poured his soul into ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. One by one, they laid their sandwiches aside, and soon, everyone was caught up in the moment. The tears were flowing like the graveyard shift without overtime pay.
When he finally finished, he nodded respectfully, packed up his guitar, and started for his car. Although he felt buried in guilt, his heart was full. But just as he opened his car door, he overheard one of the workers say, “I’ve never seen anything like that before, and I’ve been installing septic tanks for twenty years.”
Apparently, he’s still digging his way out of this one!
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