I was driving from Buffalo, NY to my parent's house on Long Island (about a 7 hour drive) on Thanksgiving day in 2003. I got a flat tire somewhere just before Binghamton, which was about half way. It wasn't just a flat, the tire basically shredded. I was able to get a donut on there and limp into a nearby town, hoping beyond hope that something was open so I could change my tire. NOTHING was. I even stopped in a police station and the cops basically told me I was screwed and that I should find someplace to stay the night. As I was driving around some more, the donut blew and I was on the rim. I left the car on the side of the road and just started walking to this house, hoping to use their phone to let my parents know. The elderly woman that lived there invited me into her home, let me use their phone and then called her son who owned a used car lot. On Thanksgiving, this woman and her family took 2 or 3 hours of their holiday to tow my car to this used car lot, replace the wheel for free and sent me on my way with some pie.