One winter a Farmer found a Snake stiff and frozen with cold. He had compassion on it, and taking it up, placed it in his bosom. The Snake was quickly revived by the warmth, and resuming its natural instincts, bit its benefactor, inflicting on him a mortal wound. ‘Oh,’ cried the Farmer with his last breath, ‘I am rightly served for pitying a scoundrel.’
Moral:
The greatest kindness will not bind the ungrateful.
The farmer knew the snake was a snake when he picked it up. Did it anyway.
Some 95% of all personal woe is self-induced.
Enjoyed your parable.
However, what farmer would behave like an American university graduate?