It's almost like a scene out of the movie Titanic: a massive ship is sinking and countless bodies are flailing their limbs as they struggle to survive in freezing dark waters. A handful of rescue boats miraculously appear out of nowhere; there is plenty of space on each boat, but time is limited and so is the number of rescue crew members. Now imagine this: I am one of the fortunate few to immediately get scooped up, and somehow, my physical recovery is instantaneous. How much sense, then, would it make for me to proceed to enjoy the amenities of my newly boarded (let's say extravagant) vessel when manpower is specifically required to pull in more of the drowning souls? None! No sense whatsoever! I would imagine that if the Captain of the ship came by and saw me (healthy and able) sipping tea and relaxing while people were suffering and dying, He wouldn't be very pleased. Think hard about this--and on more than one occasion.*
When I was being saved, there was no discussion as to whether I would, in turn, help out in rescuing other people. It wasn't even a conscious thought, not a wonder of any sort among the Captain or crew. The rescue workers were reacting to the Need and it was naturally assumed that I would respond in the same manner.
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* plank in my eye, too
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