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The Bagpiper
True North wrote:
On Sunday, 24 December 2017 12:44:27 UTC-4, John H wrote: On Sun, 24 Dec 2017 10:51:00 -0500, wrote: On Sun, 24 Dec 2017 08:55:20 -0500 (EST), justan wrote: Wrote in message: On Sat, 23 Dec 2017 09:30:56 -0800 (PST), True North wrote: On Saturday, 23 December 2017 12:40:10 UTC-4, wrote: On Sat, 23 Dec 2017 07:46:51 -0800 (PST), True North wrote: On Saturday, 23 December 2017 09:54:21 UTC-4, John H wrote: I love this story. Lay down whatever is bothering you, breathe in the fresh air and LISTEN to this story. 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." I call bull****... you can't get "lost" in Nova Scotia. Nowhere is more than 30 or so miles from the coast. Even a semi-invalid hobbling along on one good foot could probably do that in a couple of days. Lighten up Don. Canada was never mentioned and it was a ****ing joke anyway. Say what? Where the 'ell do you think Nova Scotia is? My bad sorry That's OK Greg. It's easy to mistake NS for an island if you don't look for that thread of land connecting it to the mainland. I missed the NS reference entirely. It was not necessary to tell the joke. Don't feel bad, the NS boy missed that it was a joke! I didn't miss anything Johnny. You took a joke y'all read somewhere and inserted Nova Scotia into it as a way to jab at me. Well...jab away..I've been jabbed at by a lot more talented people than y'all. More BS. |
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The Bagpiper
On Sun, 24 Dec 2017 21:18:09 -0500, Alex wrote:
True North wrote: On Sunday, 24 December 2017 12:44:27 UTC-4, John H wrote: On Sun, 24 Dec 2017 10:51:00 -0500, wrote: On Sun, 24 Dec 2017 08:55:20 -0500 (EST), justan wrote: Wrote in message: On Sat, 23 Dec 2017 09:30:56 -0800 (PST), True North wrote: On Saturday, 23 December 2017 12:40:10 UTC-4, wrote: On Sat, 23 Dec 2017 07:46:51 -0800 (PST), True North wrote: On Saturday, 23 December 2017 09:54:21 UTC-4, John H wrote: I love this story. Lay down whatever is bothering you, breathe in the fresh air and LISTEN to this story. 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." I call bull****... you can't get "lost" in Nova Scotia. Nowhere is more than 30 or so miles from the coast. Even a semi-invalid hobbling along on one good foot could probably do that in a couple of days. Lighten up Don. Canada was never mentioned and it was a ****ing joke anyway. Say what? Where the 'ell do you think Nova Scotia is? My bad sorry That's OK Greg. It's easy to mistake NS for an island if you don't look for that thread of land connecting it to the mainland. I missed the NS reference entirely. It was not necessary to tell the joke. Don't feel bad, the NS boy missed that it was a joke! I didn't miss anything Johnny. You took a joke y'all read somewhere and inserted Nova Scotia into it as a way to jab at me. Well...jab away..I've been jabbed at by a lot more talented people than y'all. More BS. I was like Greg. Until Donnie sounded off I'd not even noticed the Nova Scotia thing. But I suppose that's where they have bagpipers playing to the sinking of septic tanks. |
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