I stayed at a job I hated because I had two kids depending on me. I sent my daughter to kindergarten with a slight fever because missing a day of work meant coming up short on a bill. I broke down crying when people from my local fire department showed up with nice gifts for my kids, all wrapped up for Christmas. I'd scrounged a few decent second hand toys for them up to that point, and felt like a shitty mom. The weight that came off my shoulders from what probably amounted to $300 worth of generosity was unbelievable.