When "a drunk" comes to the realization that he's destroying himself, he might be happy that all those people and their organizations, set up to help him, exist -- even though building them might be a "waste of time."
Where does hope come from? Where does the strength to rebuild one's life come from? Why take the time to teach right from wrong? What does it mean to be part of a family, of a community, of a society? Do you just let someone who is lost wander? Do we have no personal responsibility for anyone else who needs help?