Drenched by rain, their faces obscured. Faint and smudged images of hands waving. I found myself asking who and why should I save. The giant unsinkable liner was slowly sinking beneath the oceans surface. If I failed to act an individual was going to die. As I look back over my life, thousands of faces appear, each belonging to people that, if I could, I would apologise to. Now I had to save a life for someone else. Aristotle believed that every individual had the potential for greatness. I plunged beneath the waves and pushed her up into the lifeboat.