When I was four years old, my mother did something strange. For the first time, she gave me money. Until then, she had only taken it away; as a toddler, I had the habit of putting everything in my mouth. Before I could celebrate my new found wealth, she stopped by a beggar and pointed to a collection plate in front of him. For a moment, I wanted to pretend like I didn’t know what she was talking about. I also wanted to run away, but out of fear eventually gave in.