The most generous, and important help I ever got was for something many might have said was not truly needed. I had always been very independent and never asked for help from anyone, despite some brutal financial difficulties. When I was 46 years old, though, I left an abusive husband and struck out on my own. Still did not ask for help, even lived in my car for weeks. I finally got a small apartment, and then my two college-age sons moved in with me. Don't know why I didn't expect that, but the apartment was too small for the three of us. I had signed a lease, and it would cost $5,000 to get out of it and into a bigger place. I never asked anyone for help before, but i needed out of that place! My mom, living on social security, insisted on giving me the money. Changed our lives. In some ways, not real need ... but in some ways dire need.
I was happy to be able to pay her back, even though she insisted it was a gift.
Who is to say what is real need?