As a guitarist, 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 countryside. As I was not familiar with that area in the middle of nowhere, I got lost.

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 bad 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 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. Singing at the top of my lungs and hitting every key just right.

And as I played 'Amazing Grace,' the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. Played for a good half hour & when I finished I packed up my guitar and headed towards 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".