My dad escaped the coal mine where everyone else in the family (including my gran) and most of the villagers worked, and after serving in Malaya and Aden, started a job as a fraud Investigator for the DHSS, where he stayed until the rules on retirement turfed him out at 65.
He was a lost soul, having packed up on the Friday and sat washed, shaved, suited and booted on the Monday morn with nowhere to go.
I steered him to SSAFA, where I knew his encyclopedic knowledge of benefit claims and allowances would be put to good use.
He became a case worker and was a new man, with easy connection to people he could relate to, giving him an exceptional sense of well-being.
I'm quite sure it literally saved his life.