Circa 1987, one Thanksgiving my moderately schizophrenic then-boyfriend and I threw a Thanksgiving dinner for 15-20 homeless people in our neighborhood. I did the cooking and Zeke built the fireplace and made the 4ml plastic tent so they could spend the night off the street for a change.
The guests were all polite and appreciative. This stuff ain’t rocket science and it ain’t sound bites, either. You have to just stop yapping and do it. Helps if you have help.