At the tender age of 19, I was already married, a mom, and living in a mobile home near the AF base where my first husband was stationed in Charleston, SC. He was a first class airman w/a paycheck to match, ie., it wasn't much. We needed groceries but had spent most of our money on milk and baby food and, because our car was out of gas, one of the officers on base took us grocery shopping. When we got home, I started unpacking the groceries and in the bottom of one of the bags was a bunch of loose change. I mean a lot of change. I can't remember how much it actually amounted to but it was enough that it held us over until my husband's next paycheck. I ran to the door thinking that the officer had put the change there w/out thinking and that he'd want it back. As I tried to chase his car as he was pulling away from our home, he just waved and kept going. That was 41 years ago and that memory is still vivid in my mind.