Please let EVERYONE leave the topic.
I used to live near a major river. While enjoying a cool autumn evening, my wife and I heard a plaintive, weak voice, “Hey! Can someone help, please?”
My neighbor, who was out working on his landscaping immediately looked up at me with a quizzical look. Immediately we both headed to the river with our wives trailing behind; his wife brought a 50-foot length of paracord.
Turns out a canoe-ist had become grounded on a sandbar. The water was quite swift and getting the canoe free was dangerous. We tossed him the paracord, waded out ourselves and got the canoe-ist in safer waters. We then re-floated the canoe. He happily went on his way, with gladness for our help.
To this day, I can’t ignore a cry for help. But, when I’m done...I go back to being who I am.