Before we stopped by the library, I sped all the way to Deerfield and made it to soccer camp a few minutes early. On the way home, I heard about a cyclist who was hit the day before on the same road we drove just minutes before we picked him up from camp. He was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance that rushed by us. He died this morning. I said a silent prayer for his family and friends and held everyone I knew and loved a little closer.