Fourteen years ago last Sunday, a man riding a bicycle across the wind-swept prairie in Cheyenne, Wyo., discovered the tiny, nearly frozen, body of Matthew Shepard beaten to a pulp and crucified on a deer fence... barely clinging to life... the only place on his face not covered in blood washed clean by a tear from his right eye that had run down his cheek. Matthew could have been your son, or your brother, or maybe, your friend...