I remember the story of a religion/ethics/what-have- you class that was approached by a rather scruffy,delusional- looking man on the way to the final exam.
Most of the students ignored him.
Some tossed him a bit of cash and offered to assist him later.
Others reported the man to campus security.
ONE student brought him inside,got him food and beverage,cleaned him up in the restroom,left him with the student's coat and called human services on his behalf.
To his surprise,the teacher still hadn't arrived when the student entered the room where the last test was being held.
Shortly,the importuning bum entered the room and sat at the instructor's desk and read the story of the Good Samaritan.
By now,the whole class recognized their teacher as he removed his disguise.
He walked up to his benefactor and returned the student's gifts.
He informed the student that he had received the single perfect score of the class.
(The rest would be repeating the course if they wanted credit.)
This story has allegedly occurred at various times in many places but all suggest that true compassion is more valuable than mere "book-larnin'".
(BTW,it's obvious the tp roll collector was the crafty sort - or was in need of cheap,free toys for small pets like sugar gliders.)