My saviors arrived in an old beat up small white pick up truck with painting equipment in the back. It pulled up in front of my car and out rolled 3 brown men in baseball caps with white paint spattered on their skin and their clothes. They immediately took over the task at hand. They spoke no English - but none was needed for them to see a woman in dire need. No English was needed to help in perfect team work to get the tire changed in about 5 minutes; no English was needed for them to refuse the $20 I offered; no English was needed for them to accept the small bag of freshly made chocolate chip cookies that I had for Jess and McKinzy; no English was needed for them to understand my gratitude when I put my small and perfectly manicured hand in each of their tire-dirty, paint sprinkled brown hands to convey my thanks. No English was needed as we nodded and wave at each other as we drove away.
I wish I could understand why so many want to keep these people out or send them back home.