This might be long winded, but hear this out.
My brother in Texas has been battling with alcoholism for years and admitted himself into rehab for 35 days. He's been able to call me every few days and we'd chat. For the last 2 weeks of rehab, all he wanted to do was go home, get his rods and tackle, and hit his favorite lake.
He arrived home this morning to get his gear and head out to only find out all his stuff was stolen. I was out shopping when I got a call from him. This is the only time I have ever heard him cry. Over $2000 in rods, reels and tackle were taken. After getting off the phone with him, I immediately looked up the number for the Cabelas in Buda, TX where my brother planned on visiting tomorrow to buy a few things on a 16 dollar budget.
I got a hold of the manager in the fishing department whose name I forgot already. I told him the story of what happened, and he asked for what was missing. He tallied up a quick quote on a combo to help me out, and then said he could do employee pricing on a combo for me.
Now, I don't make alot of money. I work at Target, and pay child support. But I did manage to have 100 bucks to spend, and wanted to help out my big brother.
The manager set me up with a silver Max reel and a Berkeley shock rod for under 80 bucks after tax. He rang me up over the phone, and his items are on hold at the front desk for him.
I called my brother and let him know to stop by the service desk tomorrow and pick up a small gift from me and call immediately after getting it. I can't wait for that call now.
No matter how hard life hits you, someone can always help you out. Even a baby brother.