I just wanted to drive my kids home after many days of Mayo appointments. I walked out of the Ronald McDonald House (where we were lucky enough to be staying) to start packing my van and it had a flat tire. Something so simple can seem so complex when you're already stressed to the limit. Long story short, Jesse the nicest tow truck driver ever filled up the flat, tried to pry out the offending piece of metal (we ended up driving to the shop for better tools), they patched it immediately and we were on the road. The highlight was my little kids got to eat the "biggest purple freezer pops ever" in the back seat of the tow truck. Turning what could have been such a headache into such a joy. Thank you Virgil's, Bob and Jesse and everyone else that helped us get home on Thursday!