You know what I absolutely hate, people who pretend that they don't realize how important something is to you so they can avoid having to commit too much time to doing the right thing.
Short of asking me to do something illegal, I will gladly help friends or strangers if they seem to be in a predicament of some kind.
I hate people and I'm still naturally helpful. This isn't bragging, I'm not proud of myself for this, because it is what you're supposed to do. I recall the zillions of times when people have bailed me out of shitty situations and so, because of their example, I think I am, and so are we all, obligated to help each other. If someone doesn't help other people it is because they are human garbage, and should be fed into a giant mechanical grinder that painfully converts them into valuable nitrates to fertilize crops of golden wheat to make fresh bread.
Try getting a boost for your car and watch how all your preconceptions about people just fall apart. My alternator went kaplooey. I looked around my street and saw a car idling down about half a block. So I was standing in the street in front of my house waving down this car parked in the cul de sac. Eventually this guy drives up to me, but goes past me about 10 feet, stops, then rolls down his window and looks back at me. I'm not an idiot, I could figure out that this guy had no interest in finding out why I was standing on the street. If he wanted to help me, he would have stopped in front of me, not driven past then looked backwards out his window at me. Well this fucker looked at me, I asked for a boost, he said no and drove away. Now he was about 28, clean cut, his car wasn't a total piece of shit, he was a suburban bred douchebag. He could have said no for a million reasons, maybe his wife was pregnant, maybe he was late for a job interview at 8:00 pm on a wednesday, maybe he was just a total prick.
So I decided to ask the people next door. My neighbors are weird, they have a lot of dumb screaming kids, they look a little shady, and I'm positive they grow their own pot. I went up to their door, knocked and asked for a boost. It turned out they are the nicest people in the world.
They look shady but they totally fucking rule. The ten minutes I spent with them while we boosted my car was a pleasure, now I always say hi when I see them and they always say hi back. When I first saw my neighbors, I was like that stupid fuck who didn't help me, I couldn't be bothered with them. What an asshole I was, but now I know better.
Some persons are not inherently bad, but they do avoid helping or understanding other people whenever it provides them with a short cut. Though they don't mean to suck, they still suck. This is the one single thing in life that is completely unforgivable. It is the root of all the worlds problems and the scourge of mankind.
As it happens, the world is a crappy place, so as a human, one can make it worse or better. If for some strange reason a person justifies making it worse, they suck. To quote the ancient wisdom of Colonel Blake from M*A*S*H, "sometimes you just gotta do what's right, like it or not." I don't think he actually ever said that, I'm paraphrasing a little there, but it sounds like something he might have said.
So if you ignore those who need assistance, waiteth, for thine own end come, and with it, all the wrath and fyres of hell!