My grandfather taught me generosity. He sold snow cones in Harlem. I went with him at 5 and he let me hand out the change and snow cones. I learned a lot in the couple of years that we did that.
I have found that I get a better reaction from people once I am less bothered about their reaction.
I felt so conflicted about having fled the rez as a kid that I created a whole literary career that left me there.