Dear Dr. Laura, 

This is a story about complete strangers being kind and helpful to me.  

I was on the freeway in the middle of a very bad part of the city where I live when I blew a tire. I got off the next exit and drove into the gas station to call a tow truck. The sun was quickly setting and I was an unarmed young female banker stranded on the front line of gang-fight central. Suddenly a small car drove up with 4 Hispanic men in it. "Lady, this is no place for you. You have to leave NOW!", they shouted. I pointed to my shredded tire.  They asked, "Where is the spare? Where are the tire iron and jack?" I pointed and they immediately set to work changing my tire. When they were finished, it was almost dark. "Go now! Get out of here before it gets dark!" they urged, obviously concerned for my safety. Before I could even thank them, they jumped back into their car and drove off. As I drove away, I pondered if I had been aided by Good Samaritans...or Angels. 

Gretchen