Eventful!

A man on foot stopped me and asked for help. He showed me another man lying down on the grass next to the river's edge. The man was not moving. There were two small dogs with him. I verified that he was breathing. The standing man and I first had to gain the dogs' trust to get close to the lying man. He was very hard to wake. The standing man did not speak English, and I don't speak Spanish but we managed. We asked if he was OK. Eventually he opened his eyes and reached out his hand. I realized later I should have called the police to help, though I suspect he was just drunk and hung over. But we moved on, satisfied that the man was alive.

A few minutes later, I got a call from my stepmothe's cousin. My stepmother died last month. It turns out that since my father died before she did, my sister and I are beneficiaries from an account she had. I really didn't expect this, as she and my father didn't have a lot, and, as I expected, my father didn't leave me any money. I certainly didn't expect her to leave me any. It left me with questions that can't be answered as well as gratitude.

So in the last couple of miles to work, I found myself crying. I can't remember ever crying while riding a bike, so it felt weird. But it's OK.