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When I was working at a church, I felt like people were only my friend because of what I did. Real or imagined, that was my perception of the kindness and attention I received. The value I had was derived from how well I performed and how great a result I could manufacture. People would extend more praise when I did what they wanted. So I did what they wanted. I gave and gave until I ran dry; my spiritual bank account read zero and I was emotionally bankrupt.