This picture comes to me via Facebook post from A Circle of Witches. I think this is amazing because as I have accrued knowledge throughout my life, I have come to know that there are two definitions, if you will, of the word, "empath". I have also come to know that while both are really one in the same, both are a very predominate part of my make-up.
My mother hails from a long line of witches. A coven begun in the Mother land, and passed down from generation to generation. She was also a spiritual empath. While the aforementioned may not seem to be genetic, they most certainly are cultural and, as I believe inherent. In the nine short years that I shared with my mother, I also witnessed her empathy on a clinical level. I never knew her to drive past a stray animal. My beautiful mother gave me both. 
This post is referring to the spiritual empath, but it could refer to the clinical one as well. I experience these 'reasons' everyday. Every bullet point; every day.
There are days when I have cursed my empathy to no end, but here's the real deal; my overabundant empathetic nature allows me to go beyond the superficial, and not kill people in the discovery...

-Deannalynn Arzola