My Grandfather worked his way up through a state Fish and Game administration, and then moved on to be Chief of his tribal Fish and Game agency. Because of indignant and intolerable people he quit the job and started his own janitorial company. He was happier cleaning up actual shit than he was ever taking shit from his own people.
His wife, my Grandmother, worked as a caregiver to mentally disabled people for more than thirty years. She came to know them- as did my Mom and myself, and it was often a rough experience. None of us would ever trade the the time we had with those folks.
I spent my late childhood and most of my teens working alongside my grandparents and I would do it all over again. I liked the work I did then because it felt worthwhile.
The point I left for last is that they were well compensated. Enough to own a modest home and raise two daughters and a grandson. Moreover, they were satisfied in their work.
In summary,
Pay people, they are willing to work. The will and desire is out there. The motivation is not.