Snow covered the ground and the cold bit through her clothes. The street lights were dim and the alley dark. The lights from hotel fremont shone brightly and invitingly as a warm place to stay. She longed for a warm bed and soft pillow. “I must keep going”, she told herself. It was too close to the end. She had searched for this town in her dreams. A place that she knew she had to find before she took that last breath and crossed over into the light. She had to hear it. She knew that one day she would be able to sit in awe of that beautiful music once more.
As a child she had heard the Fremont Symphony play in a special performance at her school. The perfect harmony of the orchestra made her heart dance. It was a moment where time stood still and her body forgot to breathe. She sat in awe after the performance and watched the players clean their instruments and place them carefully back into their cases. It was amazing how theses seemingly ordinary instruments could make such heavenly sounds. This was the closest that she had ever felt to God, despite her life long commitment to him.
At the age of six, the night of the spectacular performance, there was an accident. Her parents were hit by an out of control truck and died instantly. A nun showed up at the hospital and took her to an orphanage that night. The orphanage was called Our Lady of Guadalupe after the Mexican patron saint of children. She decided that God had been angry with her because she had gotten too close to heaven and discovered his secret. In seventy five years of service to her Lord, she never once felt as close to Him and his kingdom as she did that evening in Fremont .
When she received the news that she was losing her hearing, she decided she could not wait any longer, she had to go back. That night she packed up the little belongings she had and set out to hear the Symphony.
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