As a guitarist, Keith plays many gigs. Recently he 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 back country. As he was not familiar with the backwoods, Keith got lost.
He 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.
Keith felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. He went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. Keith didn’t know what else to do, so he started to play.
The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around as Keith played his heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. He played like he’d never played before for this homeless man.
And as Keith played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, Keith wept, they all wept together. When Keith finished he packed up his guitar and started for his car, his head hung low and his heart was full.
As he opened the door to his car, he heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
