Being surrounded by people that generally took care of one another, it skewed my vision of the “real world”. Once I graduated high school and moved out on my own I came to find that 99% of people I cane across are not honorable people. This comes at the cost of personal experiences. One big downfall of mine is compassion. I can feel for the person in a bad situation or that has a sad story to tell. I can’t count the number of times I have been approached in the parking lot by someone holding a gas can saying they just need a few dollars only to see them a week later with the same story. With my upbringing I was first to expect the best from people. It is hard to outwardly express the honor that you have for others when you are betrayed time and time again. I have come to the realization that the issue is that person pulling a scam is the one without honor and there is nothing wrong with being apprehensive about helping