I do not think that I like Eliot Spitzer, but I don't know him as a person. I do know that if he came to me for comfort and help, I would be happy to offer it to him as a fellow flawed, sinful, and foolish human. I would pray with him for himself and for his family, who are surely suffering for his idiot behavior.
However, his story got the brain thinking about how, if you do 999 good, charitable, loving things in your life, and one bad, illegal thing (not that Spitzer is in that category - I doubt it, based on how he handled his powers as a prosecutor) - you are screwed if you get caught.
Nobody will care about the other 999.
That is why cops say that there are only two kinds of people - crims that haven't been caught, and those who have been. One must be careful in this life, because it can blow up in an instant.