Awk, I thought this was gonna be a thread about Wicked :(
OP, let me tell you a story from days of yore.
My grandmother grew up in a not-very-wealthy seaside village in NI. There wasn't much employment - the cobbler, blacksmith and carpenter would all take on a boy to train up every couple of years, and the local seamstress usually had a girl to give her a hand. Granny insists that these were more or less the only jobs around (which I find difficult to believe, as surely there must have been at least some fishermen, but she was always prone to exaggeration).
Anyway, granny's df had a very good job: he was a ship's captain in the merchant navy. He bought a lovely house with cash for his young family to grow up in, and although he was gone for most of the year, he contributed hugely to the local community by offering many of the young men jobs aboard his ship.
On the last day of every month, my granny's mother would stack a pile of shillings by the front door, and a steady stream of kids would come to the door and say their mothers had no money for the rent. They were always given what they needed, sometimes alongside some food or money to buy bread.
Granny told me many times of how she cried when children were beaten in school for not having the right books, simply because their families couldn't afford them. She gave away a lot of her school supplies to stop her friends from getting in trouble, and either bought more, or begged her mum to buy enough to last the whole class for the year.
She got a good education, but moved back to the village where her heart was, and married a local farmer. She had ample savings. My grandfather drank and smoked and gambled every penny she had, making sure to give her a good beating on the regular. She would never hear a bad word about him, even until the day she died. He died relatively young - before I was born, anyway. But life had changed forever for my granny.
Sometimes she would be walking between the village and the farm, and someone whose rent her family used to pay would pass in an expensive car (transport links having improved to the extent that commuting for work to a local town was now possible) without stopping to offer her a lift.
People who had clamoured to be her friend when it was beneficial to them would no longer give her the time of day. They were suddenly "above" such company.
OP, I know this was long winded, but the message is this: people are dicks. Always have been, always will be. I guess I should tell you to live and learn, but I really hope this won't stop you from being as wonderfully generous as you seem to be 