It happened again. That sickening lurch in the pit of your stomach when you realise your kindness has been twisted against you. Someone I knew, someone I thought was a friend, spun me a tale of hardship. My instinct, as it always has been, was to help. I reached into my pocket, driven by empathy and a desire to ease their burden, only to discover later it was all a carefully constructed lie. They weren’t a friend in need; they were a scammer exploiting my trust. Again. This isn’t the first time. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I trust easily. I give freely. For me, generosityRead More →