This thread had made me remember something rather wonderful.
When I started secondary school in 1980 I called for a friend whose family ran a corner shop. She was always running late and I was always early. I used to chat to her Dad behind the counter while I waited for her. He was a lovely man.
I was skinny and probably looked scruffy as my uniform was second hand, Mum cut my hair etc. It was probably "known" that I was a FSM child and that my Mum was really struggling.
The Dad was always eating his breakfast while he was working and always used to offer me some. I didn't know what the food was because it was traditional Asian food so I politely declined. I think he thought I might be underfed.
The truth is that although my Mum was really struggling, she did a superb job of managing to keep us fed, clothed and warm. Also, Iave always eaten like a horse despite being slim.
After a while, this Dad started to have a plate of toast alongside his Asian breakfast and used to offer me that. I never saw him eat any of it himself. Because I am a pig I used to politely eat with him despite having had a good breakfast at home.
This lovely, kind man was obviously looking after me.
I never realised what he was doing until I read this thread and it has all come back to me. What a wonderful man. I feel so humbled and a bit weepy.
Sorry for the high jack.
Thank God for wonderful, generous people who look after their communities.