In the 1990s, my mother and I lived poorly. My mother worked in the hospital, and at one of her duties came a beaten guy. When he was discharged, he asked everyone in debt to get home somehow. Mom alone pityed the whole team and gave him the money, not counting on him to return them. Three months later, we received a package of food, candy and three times as much money as we had borrowed. We lived for this for another month.