I can't sleep, so will tell another story. Years ago living in CA I was a county welfare eligibility caseworker issuing monthly food stamps & welfare benefits. I dealt with many down trodden homeless people. Part of my job was verifying the applicants residence because we were on the Oregon State line... to avoid fraud.
Homeless folks had nothing to verify their residence, so we required them to draw a map of where they stayed or slept at night. Susan stated she was homeless camped on the Smith River with her two young children in a tent, and drew me a map there. I approved and issued Susan her food stamps, but had no way to notify her they were ready to pick up. I wanting to get her benefits to her needy family... under the guise of verifying her residence... took a drive in the county car to find her.
I drove to the river along a secluded dirt road to the sandbar where she said she was camped. There she and her children were just as she said. Susan followed me back to town and gratefully picked up her food stamps, financial aid check, homeless assistance funding, and Medicaid cards.
A year later I entered a local gas station and this same Susan was the cashier! She said with big smiles all aglow... that she is now going to church, had a steady income, a home, and her kids were back in school... but then she said "What are you doing buying this beer?"
Moral of the story... none of us are any better than the other...