Her first dollar, she earned shoveling snow at her aunt's house, her aunt paying in hot cocoa and a $20 bill slipped across the table as the girl talked boys and big plans.
The next dollar? Her first taste of disappointment, months to save but seconds to spend, the 10-speed that didn't last a summer.
This dollar, her first lesson in hard work, the first tip at her first real job.
This one was change for the movie ticket she bought—her first date with the man she'd soon marry—the popcorn neither of them touched because they ended up holding hands and didn't want to let go.
And this one? Saved from the dollar dance jar at her wedding, tucked there by an aunt who remembered a little girl and her snow shovel, a mug of cocoa and shared dreams.
We don't just put money in our financial institutions. We trust them to hold our hopes; we use them to collect interest on our triumphs and to help us cope with our failures. Your story is the history of all the people you've served.
Let's tell your story together.
