Ahahaha.
Trust me. You can be a 'decent, charitable person' and be surrounded by people who lives steadily become worse with each passing day.
You can be a 'decent, charitable person' and watch your circle of contacts shrink with each day, since just about everyone who ever comes into regular contact with you feels better for getting the fuck away from you rather than continuing to put up with your inane prattle.
You can be a 'decent, charitable person' and earning the winning contract to twin the road to hell for all the increased traffic.
And that's entirely leaving aside the question of whether or not I qualify as a 'decent, charitable person'. I mean, all I'm doing right now is narcississtically whining on an internet message board. I mean this isn't even a fear.
Judgement has been passed on my presence on this earth and I have been found to be lacking in just about every regard. Winners never quit and quitters never win, but if you never win and never quit... you're an idiot. The ony reason I'm still here is damned fool stubbornness and endless curiosity.