After being married for most of my young adulthood, my husband left me. I was devastated, but had just completed my masters degree and was selected for my "dream job". It was the night before my first day at the job. I was nervous and excited. I wanted to succeed and make a good first impression. Anyway, as I prepared to go to sleep, my ex husband called me. He explained he was struggling with school and had an annotated bibliography  due the next day. He asked if I could look it over for him. I had always written or edited his papers for him and blamed myself for enabling or preventing him from improving his writing skills. I knew how important it was for him to graduate as he was a first generation college student. I agreed to help him even though, thinking back, he did not ask me how I was and I recall telling him I had an important day the next day. I also recall thinking that if I did this for him, maybe he would want to be with me again. If not, at least I helped him succeed and wouldn't have to feel guilty about the past. I stayed up until 4am fixing his paper. Somehow, I still did well at my first day at work and am now in a leadership position with the same organization and enjoy helping others realize their potential. Oh, and he and I got back did get back together after that. However, I left him 3 years later. I still say it was a win-win.