Having been the target of intense bullying as a child and at the same time dealing with adult people who did little to hide their own ineptitudes; an alcoholic, a serial liar, and one whom I suspect was a prostitute or drug dealer, I've always been drawn to helping other people. I'll take a punch for someone I don't know or barely know just to stick it to a person who is bullying. I'd rather that bully lose out on the satisfaction of holding power than see another person hurt physically or mentally because someone else doesn't know how to handle a problem. By 7, I had a ton of real life problems and knowledge a 7 year old shouldn't have. I fought the adult situations with as much child-like ignorance as I could but it wasn't enough to combat the mental scarring. I've been beaten, name called, forced to walk miles in the rain due to flat tires with a man who would buy whiskey before an emergency tire, lied to, used, and frankly it's not as fun as you'd think it might be. It made helping people, especially with easy to manage little problems, a honed skill. It's great to say or do just the right thing to someone in need. I don't need a reward. Their safety is my reward. Although, depending on the activity a soda would be nice.