When I had my breakdown, entered treatment, lost my kids during the divorce months, etc., I was homeless after treatment and was given the option of staying at a new program here for people just getting out of jail, rehab, etc. It was essentially a halfway house.
After not seeing me for 4 months, this was where my children and I were reunited.
Those people…those STRANGERS…most of them felons who will fight that designation til the day they die…showed my kids and me more love and support and understanding than anyone I considered friend or family at that time.
Something real happens in situations like the one you write about here.
Also, something a little bit magic.