Same here, Crowhugger. I help where help is needed. Whether it's directions on the subway or offering tissues to a person obviously in need of them. Even just picking up the box of cereal someone dropped on the floor in the supermarket and chose to leave there.I've opened my home to strangers, given rides to people lost. My family thinks I'm insane. But I've only been robbed once as a result. And when someone wants to pay me for the favor I suggest they do a simple act of kindness for the next person they see in need. Eventually, I believe it all comes back. Maybe the world is just a slightly happier place for me to enjoy. By the way, the last time my car broke down on the Brooklyn-Queens expressway (of all places), I was helped within minutes by a mechanic on his way to work. He refused to let me pay him saying "Today is my day to do a good deed." I guess he's insane too.