I did when I lived in NO off Napoleon.
We use to play sandlot FB with some of the neighborhood kids. A lot of them just never had a chance. One kid, Jamal, we used to call rabbit ears because we would make him turn out his pockets before he left the house. Kid had no idea who his Dad was, and his Mom was dating lots of guys according to him. He really didn't have a home except with the grandma This is early 80's now. Often wonder what happened to him. I would have taken him back to PA with me if I could. I hope he didn't end up at Angola.