Today I saw my Dad in the hospital, the first time I've seen him since well before his current medical situation. He looked awful, but Mom says he looked far WORSE a few days ago, and he was able to talk with me. Thank you for YOUR prayers. I gently envy you the chance to use your talents. I don't get that often.
As for the people I've helped, they're not exactly drunken derelicts throwing it away on liquor. And unfortunately, the churches they attend sometimes are the sort which only care about money coming IN--which they push for with their endless chant of "Bring the tithe, bring the tithe, bring the tithe, tithe, tithe!"