Two minutes after I met the mysterious man is when it hit me. I shouldn't say mysterious, he probably lives in the neighborhood. Thirty minutes before I met this man I left the house on my bike for a casual early morning bike ride. Twenty five minutes into the bike ride, my jumper gets stuck in the gear of my bike. And a second after that I ask God "why". It's a real neat jumper that someone special gave me and there I was spending several minutes figiting to get it out of those gears as I watched it get more and more caught up. Deciding that it's not worth it to go down that road and acknowledge that situations can be like that, I place the bike down on its side determined to get my jumper sleeve out. You are probably wondering where I am going with this and trust me it's no where far. Except for the fact that a "mysterious" man showed up, he was taking a bike ride on the same bike path in the opposite direction and of course stoppe