LOL, the ones I’ve known are all good people. Some
fell for the new agey stuff, but that was the sixties.
We have an 80+-year-old Sister at our parish, who used to be a school principal in the inner city of Philadelphia. When I’m ready to give up on rearing my children to be functioning adults, I go see her and she tells me to buck up.
A few years ago she came to my Cub Scouts meeting and talked to the boys about growing up in the 1930s. That was absolutely priceless. “How many people lived in your house? How many rooms? NO WAY!”