It happened in a tiny village a very long time ago, when everyone knew their neighbors, where streets were few and all hearts turned to God.
There were two visitors on that one magnificent autumn day in the small town. They arrived separately, unbeknownst to the other.
The first was a young man, a virtuoso with a violin. He had walked from a land far, far away to bring music to the townspeople.
The second was a lone woman who came to the town by most unfortunate circumstances. She was ousted from her bed by two ruthless intruders. They stole her few valuables and kidnapped her to delay the reporting of their crime.
After a short drive, a suitable distance from her home, the thieves dumped the poor exhausted woman at the edge of the tiny village and left her.
By mid afternoon the woman, who had never been outside of her own tiny village, stumbled upon the town square. There she saw a mass of delirious humanity. Young and old, rich and poor, animals and the like, were all swirling madly, arms waving, feet moving, moving, moving this way and that.
The expressions on the faces were a wonder...READ MORE
