I often wonder what I would do in a situation like that.

Sadly I think I know. When I was about 25 years old I was swimming with friends, it was a very warm and extremely windy day in the waters of Lake Ontario. A current unexpectedly arrived, I was whicked away. No one heard my screams for help for a few minutes and when they did they unknowingly swam to help me into a current they didnt know was there. I clung to the life vest I had taken from the boat in a stroke of luck and I had a death grip on it. When the one guy finally reached me he was exhausted. In my frantic attempt to stay above water, I pushed him away when he tried to grab my life vest.

Im no hero. This guy is.

The moral of this story is to never be in a situation where its your life or mine. You'll lose. Apparently, my lust for my own life is much more potent than my lust for yours.

Im not proud of that but it gave me a glimpse into my own psyche. Pathetic.

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What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty or democracy?

Mahatma Gandhi (1869 - 1948), "Non-Violence in Peace and War"