There were two friends I met while I was wandering around while in Greece who were my age and they went flat broke in Athens. They had money coming, but they had to go to Northern Germany to get it because that's where it was being wired to. It was freezing cold in Northern Germany at that time of year. It was just iced-out.
I took my money and gave them half. With that half of my funds, they were able to get to Hanover, Germany and pick up theirs, and they were fine.
Six or seven years later, I was broke with, I don't know -- maybe six dollars, in Honolulu. Carmen and I were just lucky to get to Honolulu. We were grateful to be in Honolulu at the end of a long odyssey. Six dollars was more than we felt we even needed, we were so grateful just to be there.
I looked up and, lo and behold, here were these two guys that I shared the money with who went to Hanover to pick up their funds so they could get home. I hadn't seen them since Athens, and here we were standing on the sidewalk in Waikiki staring at each other, laughing.
And the guy said, "Hey, I've got a big house. I've got a bedroom. You guys are off the street. Come on, let's go."
So there we were. We had a house in Pacific Heights and bus tickets to ride.