On June 21, my husband, Robert, and I had just returned from a 2½-month visit with ailing family members in Europe. We were so jet-lagged that my English-speaking skills were virtually nonexistent after spending the past few months speaking three other languages.

When I went to pick up my car, I learned that I had a flat tire. Then I realized I didn’t have the key tool I needed to change the tire. I walked to a nearby house and rang the doorbell. Some children came to the door. I said, “May I please talk to your daddy?” They said, “Of course.”

 I was having a very difficult time trying to speak clearly, but everyone was so polite. The children’s mother came to the door and said, “Of course, sure we can help you, no problem.” They were all so very helpful; they were so sweet.

Then the children’s father comes to the door. I still couldn’t get the words out, saying things like “ranch” instead of “wrench” and “creek” instead of “car jack.”

   But he knew just what to do. He got down on his stomach, got under the car and changed the tire. The whole time, my husband and I were dumbfounded. How could a man just come and help us like that? 

At the end, he kindly told us where to go and fix the tire and to let him know if there’s anything else he could do. He said his name is Dave and he is the chief of police in DeWitt. 

How nice to know the chief of police in this town was not ashamed to change a tire and how wonderful it is that he and his family were so willing to help. We just want to show our appreciation. Many, many thanks from the bottom of our hearts.

Lidia Gyorfi 

DeWitt