Questions like this remind me of the story of an old man who lived on the edge of a city. One day a traveler stopped by his hut and asked, 'What are the people in this city like?' The old man looked directly at the traveler and asked, 'What were the people like in the place you came from?' 'Oh, it was terrible', came the reply. 'Nobody cared about anyone but themselves, everybody was always scrambling for a bigger piece of the pie, nobody trusted each other...' 'Well', countered the old man, 'I'm sorry to say that the people in this city are just like that too.' And with that the traveler walked on unhappily.
Time went by, and one day another traveler stopped at the hut of the old man. 'Please, could you tell me what the people in this city are like?' 'Well', asked the old man, looking directly at the traveler, 'What were the people like in the place you came from?' 'It was wonderful!' exclaimed the traveler. 'Everybody shared in what was good. Nobody was too busy to help out a friend in need. The entire community seemed like a huge wonderful family.' 'I'm excited to tell you', replied the old man, 'that the people in this city are exactly like that too!'
Mike.