I'm a stroke survivor, somewhat handicapped, have balance issues and can't walk very well even with a cane. I have a young man who helps me every week with my trash, takes it out to the road and next day returns the toter to my front step. His mama raised him well; he won't take any money. He also loads my water softener with salt when needed, picks it up from the store. Because he won't take money and I can't cook anymore, I send him gift cards twice a year of a sizeable amount. I don't ever want him to think I take him for granted.
Over the past 4 years, we've developed a friendship. We both appreciate the relationship.