I am with my family in a long and narrow inside public pool (it just two lanes of an olympic pool). There are many objects floating there. There's a long mat and over it, there's a boy with Down syndrome. He's helpless and he's afraid of the water. I swim there to help him move through the pool. My parents ask me why am I helping him, as if I shouldn't . His answer makes me very, very angry. For me, helping him is not a question, it's a given.