A personal story. Several years ago my wife and I went to the White Mountains of New Hampshire to see the plume (?spelling). We were with friends. There was a little girl near the rushing water crying she was lost. I picked her up, sent my wife and friends ahead and behind to see if they could find her parents. Her father came to me and looked at me hatefully. He took her from me, turned and walked away, never saying anything to me. I am a grandfather, blessed with 10 little ones, and I would be reluctant to help now. I know I would but I would still be concerned!
That really sucks, but you did the right thing.
My mom likes to tell the story about me, when I was around three years old. Early one morning while everyone was still asleep, I slid a chair from the dining room to the front door of our apartment. I climbed up, unchained the door, and let myself out. I proceeded to the median of a four lane highway. Standing there wearing only a shirt and underwear, I drew some attention. A man stopped and figured I must've came from the apartments.
When the man walked me back, our downstairs neighbor saw me and took me back to my apartment. He knocked on the door, and when my mom answered he asked if she was missing anything. When she said no, he told her to look around. After the horror of realizing my absence, the man handed me over to her. I'm just thankful this happened back
then, and not now.