If I may use myself as an example.
I was in HUGE need when I was 18, i needed to get away & where i ended up "runing to" wasnt good either. I needed $900 to move into my first apartment & my deranged mother played head games w/ me saying "i'll loan it" and then the day before "i spent it on food"....i wouldnt believe anyone spent $900 on food, not with just two people in the house & not my cheap mother anyway.
But anyway, i got 3 jobs, saved it up, moved in. The landlord was an ex marine recon; whom i think had PTSD cuz I snunk up on him once as a joke and he had me pinned against the wall by my throat in 1 sec. Then yelled at me for sneaking up on him. Back then, and his age, likely the Gulf War (Operation Desert Sheild) as this was '99 - '01 ish. He is a great man!
Anyway, i held the 3 jobs to pay rent, bills, food etc. Slept little & went w/o food more times than i can count. Keep in mind that i started to go around my dad's side of the family, reconnected w/ my dad at 19 and a lot of them have more money then they know what to do with.
Dan, my landlord at the time, being a marine and all, i guess, saw my body just breaking down. He literally forced me to quit 2 of the 3 jobs, "do it or you'll have to move" (me thinks that was his way of 'forcing' me as i was fighting him). He would fix up houses & rent them or split them into apartments or rent the rooms etc. He had 8 at the time, only 2 being rented and the one i was in (carport made into a small studio) the entire upstairs wasnt finished. So he then let me help him (teaching me along the way) fix up the houses in exchange for rent. I worked way less doing that then the 2 jobs he made me quit. He also bought me food a lot and made sure i ate it....marine style.
Years later, living in another State, Obama pulling troops out of Iraq, and also bringing some refugees over. Below me was an Iraqi family (husband & wife & 2 precious boys) the only one the knew English was the husband. We found out a week before they moved in and I feel bad but us neighbors got together and agreed that if we saw or heard a hint of terrorism to act on it.
I later learned why, the husband was helping the US military over there and his brother was killed for it and he and his family was in danger.
They moved in and i bought a bunch of toys for the boys whom were 7 & 8. I was outside teaching them how to play. They didnt know how to play, poor kids.
I taught their mother how to use a washer & drier and tried to teach her how to drive though that didnt go over well lol.
The husband taught me so much! He and i would have 'christianity & muslism' talks a lot and i gained massive respect for those that practice it PEACFULLY.
Anyway, the husband was so kind and gentle and BIG, he carried me up 2 flights of stairs after my second back surgery. But i hope that Ive since paid it foward and have since done what i could for those i could and still do.
One should respect having what others dont and i would hope that one would pay it foward (the was an amazing movie by the way) and give to those that dont have what we do!
But having and enjoying isnt where the 'sin' lies; it lies with having but not having a giving heart!