I have a story:
During a rough period of my life I found myself relying on the kindness of others for survival. Immigrants, "foreigners," "illegals," whatever folks want to call them (I call them friends / neighbors) were always 100% ready to feed me, no questions asked.
One experience really touched me. During a time very little was reaching my heart, I walked into a small Brazilian restaurant with about 90 cents. I placed it on the counter and asked what I could get for it. They took the change and said it would be right out. 10 minutes later they had half a chicken, fries, & rice. Easily 20$ worth of food (probably $50 by today's prices). They placed it at the table and said enjoy my meal and asked what kind of soda I wanted.
They saw I was struggling and instead of kicking me down the road they fed me and treated me with dignity.
I ate and cried at that table and here 15 years later I still hold it as one of the first moments that reminded me I was going to be okay.
 
          
          