Today, I enjoyed the first day of back to school for the kids and spent some time in Scottsdale with some friends. After a pleasurable afternoon, I returned to pick Michael up from school at 2pm and 3pm for Chris. I picked up Chris at 3pm, dropped some neighbor kids off at home and headed straight out for Chris to get his weekly allergy shot at the doctor's office.   As I am heading down 107th to hit Deer Valley – chatting with the boys about my exciting day in Scottsdale, I saw something in the road and swerved (according to my husband, I swerved to hit it and ruin his day as well as others in chain of things he had to do). I hit some sort of rock and knew instantly I had a flat tire. I pulled over to the side and could just HEAR the hissing.  The front tire I thought looked a little flat but my son said “Mom LOOK at the back tire!” I called Cornell and explained my dilemma that I had a flat tire in the back! He was on his way to Cave Creek for physical therapy and was getting ready to leave, so he said he would be right there. He arrived on the scene (during the waiting time, two very nice teens stopped as well as three people who were together, they looked like road construction people – they were wearing bright vests and all offered very nicely to help, I told them my husband was on his way). Cornell changed the tire (The kids made jokes about “A Christmas Story” and the scene when they had a flat), as he was changing the tire; he was not pleased to find that rim was bent. Cornell tossed the old tire and we were all underway – in our opposite directions. My car was wiggling and shaking; I called him back and told him I had another flat. Sure enough the front was flat.   Cornell came back to change the second tire – found that this rim was bent as well. As he was he was in his husbandly way, explaining to me how this was going to cost about $500. to fix. I have been out of work since the beginning of November, Chris and I are getting ready to leave on a belated birthday trip and I am starting to stress a little because the funds I “planned” on using are not here. Cornell was additionally annoyed because he was now late for PT Jason Paladino. When I called the office, they did push his appointment back (hopefully not at the expense of family time!).   As he was putting the spare from the mini-van from his car onto my car an unmarked, white moving truck stopped. Out hopped two men with tattoos in black t-shirts probably in their early to mid 20’s. They offered to help and Cornell nicely said that we were all done and he was just finishing with the lug nuts but done. One of them took the tire off the side of the road, threw open the back of the truck and explained they could really help and fix the tire for free, the other guy took the first tire out of my open trunk and took it to the truck. I literally started to cry! They started some sort of generator; they had a COMPLETE tire/wheel repair center including a computerized spin balancer, tire changing jig, air compressor, the whole nine yards! I could not stop crying.     Cornell asked them for a card, they offered to help fix the one tire that was just too far damaged. They were able to completely fix one tire and rim, the rim of the second but that tire needs some further work and could not be fixed on the spot.   I can not even begin to explain the miracle and how I felt when they pulled up and opened that door on the truck. They said they saw him taking the other tire out of the van to put on my car and said that could have been dangerous so that is why they turned around and came back. Even though both are Dodge/Chryslers products and look the same size, the rims are different and five or ten miles down the road it could be a problem. They reluctantly each did take a tip but did not want to.   These two really were angles today and I can not begin to explain how grateful I am to them. I also thankful that my kids were able to see this first hand and see what a Good Samaritan is! We will be calling them to fix the other tire. Christine Eyde