Yeah, I think it is very noble, but… like…

I have this friend. Grew up poor. Parents divorced. Dad abused him. Mom was an alcoholic. But he made it out alive and got married to a girl. They live in the same podunk rust belt town they grew up in, working at walmart. They aren’t dumb. They aren’t lazy. But whenever they think about moving, its “oh, but I still have to take care of mom - her schizophrenia is flaring up again and her hoarding is getting out of control.” “gotta stick around for dad - he’s getting heart surgery and needs our support” “gotta help out my FIL, since he went senile and is now on the run from the law for looking at CP on the computer in between cancer treatments.”

I, meanwhile, graduated high school, walked out the door, and haven’t returned to my home town or seen my parents probably more than a dozen times since, and am much happier with my life.