Oh, man. That brought back memories. But I don't buy their version which, as usual, is full of victimhood.
When hub first got sick, he went pretty nuts. Got to the point that we didn't have enough to eat. We were very far from anywhere, too. I scrounged for all the change I could find, gathered the kidlets, found the car keys, and headed to the nearest town. Saw a fruit stand and since the kids were hungry I stopped to buy what I could. The guy at the stand started loading bags of fruit saying it was just going to go bad (not true). His mom came out of their camper and told him, "You have never outgiven me yet," and she started loading things that would last. They wouldn't take my change, either, though for a different reason.
By nightfall we had a little house, I had a job, the kids had a babysitter, and the local grocery gave me $100 credit for whatever we needed. Damn, that was an awful day that ended up beyond wonderful, though my pride was smashed and trampled.
I guess I suck at bouncies. There were some small business owners, a couple corporate fellas, and a landlord that did nothing but help when they didn't have to. This is about the only memory that can tear me up.