My husband stood at the edge of a neighbor's pond in dry shoes and said he wasn't going in, because if he did, "nothing would ever change." Our son is 11, autistic, and doesn't talk. He'd slipped out the back door and walked into the pond up to his waist, and he wouldn't come out. He's almost as tall as me and I can't carry him anymore, so I called my husband. He climbed the fence, looked at the water, and told me I'd be the one going in this time.