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Lay down whatever is bothering you, breathe in the fresh air and LISTEN to this story.
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same 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 was hung low, my heart was full.
As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say,
“I have never seen anything like that before, and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
Apparently, I’m still lost … it’s a man thing.
One day a florist in Ottawa went to a barber for a haircut. After the cut, he asked about his bill, and the barber replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you, I’m doing community service this week’ The florist was pleased and left the shop.
When the barber went to open his shop the next morning, there was a ‘thank you’ card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.
Later, a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replies, ‘I cannot accept money from you, I’m doing community service this week.’ The cop was happy and left the shop.
The next morning when the barber went to open up, there was a ‘thank you’ card and a dozen Tim Horton donuts waiting for him at his door.
Then an MP came in for a haircut, and when he went to pay his bill, the barber again replied, ‘I cannot accept money from you. I’m doing community service this week.’ The MP was very happy and left the shop.
The next morning, when the barber went to open up, there were a dozen MP’s lined up waiting for a free haircut.
And that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the citizens of our country and the politicians who run it.
As Ronald Reagan said: “Both politicians and diapers need to be changed often and for the same reason.”
Here is a great song sent to me by my Cousin John. I think it is a song that everyone should listen to. Especially with what is going on in the world today. Listen closely, especially the ending. It is sung by Mike Denver. Thanks, John.
Why I quit Facebook
- It Allows You to Waste Time
- It Can Decrease Motivation
- You Use Energy on People You Don’t Care About
- They Feed You Useless Information
- It Damages Your Communication Skills
- You Get Manipulated
- It Takes Over Your Life
- They collect huge amounts of data on you
- They track you as you browse other apps and websites
- And the worst of the worst, it allows these conspiracy thinking people to manipulate your thoughts.
Bottom line … I think it is a good place to stay away from.
But … Hey! It’s your life.
I kind of think this says it all. At least for me!
My Cousin John sent me this, and I am thinking, that with this virus among us, it’s feeling about that long.
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It takes all kinds in this old world of ours. I don’t think it is too far fetched in today’s world. LOL
I would have to agree with this old feller!!
Here is a video that a friend of mine sent me. Watching it will give you an idea of what the town looked like years ago … where I was raised. The folks that raised me were Reg and Laura Potter. They owned a dairy farm just a short distance from town. Great folks, and I miss them dearly. The town is Coldwater Ontario, Canada. Sure brought back a lot of memories for me.