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HOW DO WE END UP ON THE SAME PATH, AT THE SAME TIME? I entered the bike path at just the wrong time to miss Jim heading inland. I could see him, but I wasn't going to catch him. Then I passed a man who is most likely mentally ill, only to round a corner and have my buddy Patrick - who's visiting from Vegas - yell my name. We stopped. Said ill man joined us.Track bike.Ancient.Shirtless.Jeans.Tennies.Heavy metal cross hanging about his neck.Explaining his tough decision to choose from his quiver of 20+ bikes.Through the sweet breath of what I guessed was a rough night - or woulda been rough for me. He was different.I was uncomfortable. Our paths had crossed and joined for a moment. I doubted we were going the same direction. But, we were on bikes. Talking about gears. Our divergent paths one, for a brief moment. To my shame, my discomfort didn't wane. It grew. Kinda like a dinner party among strangers when the conversation turns to the weather... but, rougher. We rode away.Patrick and I on the same path. Me thinking, There but for the grace of God go I.Me wondering, should I have acted differently? More accepting? More loving? More concern? More empathy? Later, I went to the office.To fight my own battles.The ones I'm comfortable with, whether I know it or not. 166.2 lbs10 pull ups/30 push upsRide with us: click for info.