I wish I could upvote this post at 100% more than once, but I did it once and resteemed it @futuremind.
In nearly all my writings I preach, I scream from the rooftops that we are all brothers, here to help each other make the world a better place.

I too have family members who are thieves and users, as I was while in the depths of my addictions. But I'm in recovery now, skating along a razor edge.

I got some funds when my disability came through and without being asked,
I sent money to three of my older siblings, and they were floored, never having seen it coming. Two of them needed it badly, which I was not aware of.

One of them has a son living nearby, who was also a user and drug addict while I was in that state. He is married now, a very hard worker but he just can't seem to catch a break.
His mother is one I gave the larger sum to, and he and his wife directed me to her house, before we parted, I got he and his wife out of their truck, handed each a $100 bill.
That night, when he made sure I could find the motel, he asked me for a $400 loan, he said "It won't be like it was before, I promise, I SWEAR to you I'll get this $400 back to you" so I gave it to him.
That was last July. He's called once, to say he was sorry for taking so long, but again "It won't be like it used to be" then nothing.

So I feel betrayed, and somewhat foolish, but I went in with my eyes wide open.
I did what I thought was a good deed, and I hope he didn't use it for drugs or whatever.
Even at a loss like this, we must all do everything we can at every turn to make the world better.
Great post Jacob.