A story I was told by a friend that will deeply touch you, he said, .....
As a Fiddle player, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral
director to play at a grave side service for a homeless man. He had no
family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the
Kentucky 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, and we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my fiddle and
started for my car. Though my head hung low my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say,
"Whoa... I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting in
septic tanks for over twenty years."
