Some, will learn from you and pay you with respect. Most, will steal from you whatever you teach and hasten away. Lucky if they let you live. This reminds me of a story:
At one time when Hodja was a poor man, he got visited by a thief. Nasrudin was lying in his bed. To avoid being hurt, he pretended that he was sleeping. The man packed whatever he considered worth into a big bundle and finally carried it away.
Hodja pulled the blanket over his shoulders and tiptoed after the thief along the streets.
At his own house, the thief entered and deposed the load. Someone knocked on the door. The thief opened and looked startled at the Hodja and at his blanket:
“What are you doing here Hodja?”
Nasrudin entered and showed the bundle:
“I brought the blanket too. Haven’t we moved over here?
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