I was a volunteer at a thrift shop several years ago. One day we heard of a bunch of idiots at a party playing with home-made explosives. The radio news item mentioned that a young man from our town had list both legs below the knees and most of the fingers on one hand.
Henceforth the shop was closed on Saturdays as the only volunteers we could get for that day were the unfortunate fellow’s parents. They dropped everything to take care of him.