A few years back, after I moved here, I was in between lawn mowers. My grass was in sincere need for a cut. A man walking by , saw my yard and asked to cut it for ten. He furnished the mower. Halfway through, the mower gave out. He had to get a different one. He finished it like he said.

He looked like he was in dire straights, and I don't mean music, and needed the money. I gave him $20

If we don't count our blessings
We are just wasting our time