better lives make us worse?

The maintanence guys in my apartment building are really nice, friendly, helpful, though old and uneducated.
I say to myself, isn't it too bad that these people were unfortunate not to have a chance to go to school and have a better job? because at school or work, people we meet are not like them, I'd love if they are the people I deal with.
But, then I think, maybe it's because they have never had a chance to be at institutions like we do that kept them unconteminated, pure and simple.
They might not be the same if their lives were different.

How much has the interactions with aggressive, competitive people and system corrupted us?
Why is it the higher we climb the more we forget about the basics and where we come from?

It is time to step back, to observe, to evaluate who we have become and compare it to who we want to be.