One of my favorite ways to give started with a buddy of mine. He was a hopeless drunk, and his wife and kids were hurting for basic things... Daddy drank or gambled his paycheck away every time...
So when I visited, I would hide hundred dollar bills where I knew the woman would find them... In the flour, under the knife block on the counter, in her recipe cards... You know the deal.
Never felt better about giving than that right there... REAL money, directly to those who need it, but anonymously so I don't get the credit... It has become a signature move for me.
Many years later, after my buddy had reformed and started to fly right, she recounted those awful hard days at a gathering as we were all sitting around the fire... And how every time she was at her wits end, she would find a crisp hundred dollar bill somewhere, and how that really got them through.
And there I was, receiving the best sort of thanks there is.