A few months ago as I was backing my boat into the lake several guys approached us saying they needed help cause they were stuck. They were offroading nearby in an old beat up Bronco. The road looked like it had a little water sitting on it, but in fact one whole side of the road had eroded and was just a giant hole full of water. Of course they drove right into it. I reluctantly agreed to attempt to pull them out. I told them I wouldn't accept any money. Of course that meant we had to secure the boat again, pull the boat over to their location, unhitch the boat, pull them out, then hitch up the boat again. They gave us a wad of bills that turned out to be $6. They were also drunk as hell.
I wasn't going to help them until they said they were driving a Bronco. At that point I had no choice. That is because almost 25 years ago to the day I was offroading at the same lake in my Bronco II when I buried it up to the axles in mud. I walked forever with my 2 young boys until I came upon a guy in a Tacoma. He got me out of that mess and I gave him what little cash I had and my tow rope. So now, 25 years later, I saved the day for these guys in a Bronco with my Tacoma. For karma's sake I had no choice.