Okay, then, here's a piece of chat which makes me look noble.
During my Navy career, I was assigned to the headquarters of the National Security Agency as a Russian linguist. One fellow linguist who was a civilian was a Catholic lady named Manya. She did not have actual CFS, but she did have those allergies and sensitivies, along with asthma. She had to have an oxygen tank with her at work every day. When my Mary was stricken with cancer, Manya was one of those who ministered to her needs.
Okay, here's the part where I'm noble. After Mary's passing, I felt an obligation to Manya for her kindness to Mary. So for many months afterward, I did various good turns for Manya and her husband and son.