Sometimes the small things make the biggest chesed impact. Through the efforts of tens of thousands of people over many years, my wife (then 13) and her family left the Soviet Union in 1973.
Since they had no close relations here, they were settled in America by the Jewish Community of their new city. Yes, they had a nice apartment, some spending money, and assistance in getting a job. But what started her mother weeping in gratitude?
The chicken in the refrigerator.