I had a friend who always had money issues, but it was never a problem between us, as I wasn't making that much money myself, although I was financially stable. Years after I moved away, she asked to borrow $400 to fly her adult daughter to where she lived because her daughter was pregnant and diabetic and she wanted her to see her diabetes doctor in Southern Cali, she was worried about her and didn't think the doctor where she lived was any good.
I had moved from Southern California to Northen California by then, we had kept in occasional contact, but it was more from my end. She knew I had a good job by then and was starting to make decent money, although by no means was I rich. I gave her the money, knowing I would never see it again, as her life was so dysfunctional and I was pretty sure she had done this to others, you get a feeling about things. What bothered me more than the money was that I knew it was the end of a twenty five year friendship, we had kids the same age, her husband was disfellowshipped also, we had been through so much, I had just been the matron of honor at her wedding the year before. To add insult to injury, her daughter came, but never even saw the doctor. I saw her one more time before I left the religion, but the friendship was over for me, It was my goodbye to her. I wasn't even mad, just sad that our friendship meant so little to her.