Most people know one side of me. They know me as OCCD, not my real name. There's a small minority of people that know me by both.
Even less know that I'm a guitarist, and I've played in a few bands over the years. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family nor friends, so the burial was to be a very simple service at the gravesite in the cemetery. I'm somewhat familiar with the area, but still somehow got lost.
I arrived forty minutes late and saw the funeral director 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 bad 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 my heart and soul out for this man with no family nor 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 guitar 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 nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”
Apparently, I’m still lost…
...on the bright side I did discover an event! Speaking of discovery I did discover this trackable today.