Really good-hearted and innocent people tend not to fare well in this world. My brother was one of these people. He always believed that everyone had the best intentions, even those who treated him unfairly or judged him. Maybe it was his faith in God that made him see the world that way. I suppose that of the two of us, I was always the more cynical and untrusting one. I tend to question everyone’s motives, even when they are trying to show that they care. I always wonder, how much do you really care? What are you going to do to prove that you care enough? Ed believed the opposite. This world has wronged him, and I’m not sure I will ever get over it.