On Nov. 10 I was leaving a worship service at First Presbyterian Church on the way to Dairy Queen for my lunch when my right front tire exploded while I was on the highway.

I was barely able to maintain control of my van while proceeding to Dairy Queen. By the time I got there, I was riding on the rim and making a terrible racket — everyone in the parking lot knew I was in trouble.

Two “angels,” a father and a son, came to my rescue. They got to work using their own tools, which I did not have.

In short order they had the emergency wheel on. They refused any reimbursement, reward or reenumeration, saying God would never have forgiven them had they not done what they did.

They refused recognition, and the father only reluctantly gave me his name.

While they worked, two other drivers stopped to offer assistance.

These two good Samaritans took the time and effort to help a 91-year-old grandmother who was as helpless as a new born baby. Total strangers helped a lady in distress.

Natchez has many people who do these unrecorded deeds out of the hearts, but no two more than this father and son who helped me on Nov. 10.

Dotty Stubbs

Natchez