I was driving to a friends house in Mesa. Along for the ride was another freind who grew up in Phoenix. At a stop light we see a man in his 60's (?) the sun had permanently scarred his face, he was also crying as he rode past us on a bycicle I noticed he had a bible in his hand and rosary beads around his neck, he looked like he was in a trance as he rode with no hands on the handlebars...he had his arms oustreched to the sky and looked as if he was praying intensly.
I looked at Reed and after I made a stupid comment about the old man, Reed told me this guys story. About 15 years ago(?) his wife and daughter were waiting for a bus at the stop...bus comes along and overruns the bustop while in an accident. They were both killed. Thats all I know about the story, and now the old man wanders the streets daily, performing his ritual.
I went home and made up with my wife, forgot my anger from our earlier argument and thanked my lucky stars.