I drove up to the traffic lights at Oltorf and I-35 and stopped. I heard the faint sound of some sort of electronic chime, and looked around. In doing so I noticed that in the lane to my right, a man was sitting alone in his Jeep, crying. He made an attempt to pull himself together, failed, and cried some more. After a minute or so the lights changed. He ran a hand across his face, blinked, and accelerated away. I obeyed the restrictions of the left turn only lane, and he went straight ahead. I hope he has someone he can talk to somewhere.