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(JNS)—I lost my brother, Gabriel, five years ago to an accidental overdose. At his funeral, I told a story about his extraordinary generosity. Gabe was coming home from a night out with friends on the Upper West Side when a homeless man approached him and asked for money. Gabe didn’t hesitate. He put his arm around this man, ushered him in to a nearby restaurant and paid for his meal—with a smile on his face at 2:30 in the morning. Losing a beautiful soul like Gabe was more devastating than anything I could have imagined. Yet the power of hi...