I’ll call you, and raise you one. My father was so poor that they couldn’t afford the extra penny to have the ice for the icebox delivered to their apartment! My dad, starting at age 8, borrowed a wagon from a neighbor and went and got the ice himself.
Nobody in my family ever spent a day in jail, either, so I too have had it with the “0hhhhh…..people have to steal because they’re hungry.” Both my parents had watered-down soup for dinner, and on a Shabbos - to be special! - the whole family shared a little chicken. Mom told me she got a wing.
And remember, back then there were no food stamps, no rent subsidies, no Medicaid, no free lunch at school, etc., etc. When I would ask my folks how they managed on so little, the answer was always “we made do.” They certainly didn’t expect that other people should support them.