When my oldest son was about five years old, he jumped into our uncle’s hot tub while my back was turned at a family party. When I turned around, he was nowhere to be found. So, I quickly scanned the backyard and looked down into the hot tub and saw him under the churning bubbles of the foamy water.I knew immediately that my son had no way of saving himself. He couldn’t swim yet, and the water was well over his head. I did the only thing a father could and should do. I jumped in to rescue him.The whole scene happened in a matter of moments. But those were precious moments. If I hadn’t been there and noticed his desperate need for help and then moved into action, the outcome would have been catastrophic. (And our Christmas party would have drastically lost its fun factor.)
