@ai6yr @tiamat271 @densaer @densaer.bsky.social
When I was a teenager at summer camp, there was a big diving contest. One of the kids did a neat dive that took him down to the bottom of the pool, and he stayed there. And stayed there. And st-
After he hadn't moved for one or two full seconds, I looked around at the camp counselors to see which one was about to jump in. They were just standing there, being utterly undisturbed Adults-In-Charge.
So I jumped in. My mom had a terrible fear of drowning, which meant us kids got signed up for every age-appropriate water safety/lifesaving class on offer. I scooped the kid up like I'd been taught & sidestroke-carried him up. I was wondering what to do when I got to the edge of the pool, because I had no idea how I was going to get a tall-ish 15-yo boy out of the pool by myself. Fortunately, the idea of helping had kicked in by that point; & the two most athletic of the adults hauled him out.
It turned out he had somehow wrenched his back in the dive; and, while he could breathe & so forth once above water, he was in terrible pain & couldn't really move. He was a friend of mine, & I stayed with him in the infirmary cabin for the several hours it took a medical transport to get there (we were way out in the sticks); & we later heard that he was going to be fine.
My friend was very glad I had jumped in after him, and thanked me several times. None of the counselors ever thanked me, or even mentioned it. The last day of camp, I asked the most approachable of them why none of them had jumped in, and she said "Oh, we just thought he was fooling around."