I worked for community health in New Zealand and had the privilege of supporting many families from different cultures. One of the many lovely families I supported were suddenly removed from my caseload. When I inquired about why I learned they were illegal immigrants and no longer entitled to health or social services. They did not speak the language and were very isolated from the wider community. Without support financially or otherwise they really suffered. I made regular visits (not as a therapist) but as a friend. At Christmas time my housemates and I gathered together our resources and made an enormous delivery from Father Christmas to the family anonymously. I will never forget the joy in their faces when I visited the following week and they showed me their gifts. I never told them it was me because I did not want them to feel the need to reciprocate.