When my youngest son had just had his first brain surgery in December 2017, we ended up homeless and then had to live in an RV park in a damaged RV .....we had a neighbor who was trying to take refuge from a violent husband (or boyfriend?). He would show up banging on her door late at night or middle of the night, threaten her, yelling, etc. I'm mama bear, so I went and confronted them... bc my son (age 15) had been through enough without having his rest disturbed by irresponsible, uncaring, violent "adults." So as I went out to confront my neighbor, hubby followed ....this woman broke down and started weeping and telling me her problems. So I listened ...hugged her, let her cry ...she apologized ...and then we prayed together. She thanked me. After that, things weren't amazing ...and other neighbors were doing drug deals, shooting guns, etc .... but I hope that experience stayed with her. We lived there for 5 months till we found a house.