As a piper, I play many events and venues. 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. As I was not familiar with the area, I got lost; and being a typical man I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral people had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There was only a mini JCB digger and three guys left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologised 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 sandwiches 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 walked slowly to my car, with my head hung low and my heart full. As I was opening the car door, I heard one of the workers say, " I've never seen anything like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."