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Bagpipe for the dead ... from Ed
From a musician friend...
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of life.
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 hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen nothing like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."
Apparently I'm still lost....it's a guy thing.
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of life.
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 hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen nothing like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."
Apparently I'm still lost....it's a guy thing.
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From Toni giving peace!
Found this one surfing the web:
"Never look at the trombones, it only encourages them." -- Richard Strauss.....
------errr..... been posted below.... but nice try....
"There are still so many beautiful things to be said in C major."--Sergei Prokofiev
"Never look at the trombones, it only encourages them." -- Richard Strauss.....
------errr..... been posted below.... but nice try....
"There are still so many beautiful things to be said in C major."--Sergei Prokofiev
a slug of finny wisdom from Don H.
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Another classic from Don "Been there - Done That" Haudenschild
Submitted by NY Don "Trumpet Guru" Haudenschild
Submitted by Hal!
3 Men At The Pearly Gates
Three men found themselves at the Pearly Gates.
St. Peter asked the first man, "What was your annual salary and your profession?"
"I made $250,000 a year as an attorney," he proudly declared.
"You may enter Heaven," said St. Peter.
Then he asked the second man, "What was your annual salary and profession?"
"I made $150,000 a year as a realtor," he proudly responded.
"You may enter Heaven," said St. Peter.
Then he turned to the third man, "What was your salary and profession?"
"My annual salary was $10,000," he sheepishly mumbled. "Cool!" said St. Peter. "What instrument did you play?"
Submitted by Jim!
A man left his accordion in his car and then locked the car. When he returned, the side window was broken, he looked in, and their were two accordions in the car!
The Lick - Submitted by Toni Reid
Toni taking center stage seems so natural for her....
Don "Mr. Toon" H. submits something all too familiar....
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