My brother said the same thing when he worked for a non-profit that helped poor people with work on their homes. They’d open their homes, give him a meal to show their thankfulness, bring him bottles of water and snacks.

Then later he started doing the same kind of work, but at a for-profit business that had well-off clients. They were demanding and rude and looked at him like he was a piece of trash. He didn’t stay working there long because of how awful the clients were.

That’s one reason that as much as I struggle, I’m thankful to live where I do, with the people in my neighborhood. Sure, we might have some addiction problems here and even an occasional break-in, but I’d take these folks any day over living in some rich place where people hate each other.