I agree - but there is a lot of scumbags and losers out there...here's a couple stories...
1) I answered an ad earlier this year from a woman who volunteers at a cancer clinic. She needed someone with a truck and a 'strong back' to go pick up some furniture for a Simcoe woman with cancer. I answered the ad (I was the only one) and agreed to help.
I drive to Simcoe - pick up the free furniture at another house and drive to the recipients house to drop it off. As I'm walking up to the door with my brother I explicitly said to him, "watch this, I bet this is a crack house and there will be a useless husband sleeping on the couch or something". I kid you not, a little girl opens the door and invites me in and what do I see? A useless dirty POS sleeping on the couch. Let me describe the scene for you - There was one little path thru the house where you could walk - stuff was piled up everywhere. On every shelf or open space on the TV or coffee table, there were glasses and dishes set there. 5 screaming kids and 5 cats. The place reeked of urine. We almost gagged.
I introduce myself and remind them that I called the night before and said I would be there at 9:00am the next morning. They were not ready, to say the least. What does the useless husband do? Goes upstairs to bed. We ended up taking the furniture off our truck and leaving it in the yard. I'm no sucker.
We both had to go home and change our clothes and shower as the smell was just pervasive - it literally clung to you.
Never again. CAS should have been called, the kids should have been taken out of the house and that useless 'man' should have been beat within an inch of his life.
2) I organized a can good drive at my last place of employment. This was 6-7 years ago. We were a small company and I had about 4-5 bags of food and goodies to give away. I went to the Salvation Army in Tillsonburg, walked in and explained what we were doing. I didn't even get a 'hello' - the women working there were like vultures - they quickly snatched the bags from me and went into a back room. I snuck around the corner and watched as they took all the good stuff out and separated it from the no-name stuff. I'm not saying they took it for themselves but that was the vibe I was getting. I left without even a 'Thank you'. I was furious. Never again.
Yes, it's good to help your fellow man - i truly believe that and have the charity receipts to prove it - but when you go thru something like the above it really makes you jaded and skeptical. The few people who prey on the good-hearted really do ruin it for the truly needy.