It was the first time a stranger had asked me for help. A hand came onto my shoulder and I heard a heavy voice. “Son, do you know the way to N.C. Jain’s house?”. I saw him mouth a couple of words but I was too overwhelmed to understand any of it. My judgement had already begun to cloud and I started imagining all of the wonderful praises that would come my way for my immense helpful attitude. I immediately hold onto...