When I was 12 or 13 money was not that easy to come by. I put some change in the collection plate at church for the first time in my life. It was a night service for some reason. Shortly after I got home we had a guy come to the door who had slid into the ditch and was buried in a snow bank. Dad told me I could pull him out and make sure to have him make the connection to his vehicle. I got him pulled out and he insisted on giving me $10. That was a lot in '65 or '66. I reflected on it quite a bit. Within an hour it happened.
