I delivered clothes and food to the homeless veterans' camp. One of the items was a rain jacket I really liked and hadn't had long. Yet I had another jacket, so it did not feel right to keep two.
The first thing pulled out of a bag was the jacket. A young man held it up. I said it looked as if it would fit him. He didn't want to take it for himself before finding out if someone else wanted it. Finally, he was convinced that he could keep it. He put it on, it fit, and he got tears in his eyes while thanking me.
He said the most waterproof thing he had was the short-sleeve shirt he was wearing. He didn't own a jacket at all, and it was cold and rainy. I was grateful to see how much the jacket meant to him. I love sharing.