A PHP programmer was begging on a street corner. With dirty clothing, extremely sad and distracted, was watching the ground. On the cardboard in front of him was written: "Help a poor PHP programmer".
From time to time, a Java or C# developer would give him something.
A Python programmer that happened to pass by, stopped, took the cardboard, wrote a few words, then left.
Something amazing happened. Ruby, Groovy, C# and Java programmers were stopping, reading what was written and giving plenty of money, some of them with tears in their eyes, crying with deep sorrow. A pretty large crowd gathered around him, so the PHP programmer raised his eyes. He read the cardboard, and cried with a shriek from the bottom of his lungs, lungs of a despaired man, from his truly unfortunate state. Tears started flowing over his cheeks, faced now with the truth revealed to his soul, when he read the words:
"Help a poor PHP programmer. I know good code exists, I just have never seen it."
A Perl programmer, extremely dirty, with his ripped clothing, and disheveled hair also passed trough the crowd, bumping into people. Unfortunately no one discovered the meaning of the senseless words he was muttering, so they let him be, to continue his painful existence.