When I was learning how to decorate cakes, I used to give away a free 6 to 8 inch cake to people who were having sobriety milestones (1, 5, 10 years and so on) or were celebrating cancer remission. It was a great way for me to practice my craft and it helped make someone’s day feel even more special than it already was. I only did it for a year. Word got out that I gave away free cakes and the entitled a******s came out in full force. I stopped after a woman left a message on Facebook wishing harm upon me for rewarding “social retards” (addicts) instead of making her a free THREE tiered wedding cake. She said a bunch of horrible things about substance abusers but that was the jest of it. I was 3 years clean and sober at the time. I had taken up cake decorating as a way to distract myself from the liquor store telepathically calling my name. Needless to say, her words broke me. But I haven’t touched a bottle or pills in 15 years so I win.

I've never been in a homelessness situation or anything but I was once so short on cash due to a really s****y situation that went on for a little while, and I ended up with little to no money less than a week after payday. Where I worked at the time, we used to get these £2 meals at the adjoining restaurant. I barley had enough money to buy pasta or rice let alone one of these meals. Anyway, the manager of the restaurant found out about my situation and started to tell me to pop by after my shift and he'd sort me out. I figured I'd just get a bowl of chips (fries) or something. But after every single shift that I worked I'd go in and, without fail, he'd bring out these proper meals and never charged me. Always something different everyday. This went on for a good couple of months and even a few times after. You know the crazy thing? I'd have been more than happy with some sliced bread and butter. I can't stand the entitlement that some people truly believe they have.