This week I saw once of my greatest fears played out in front of me. While seated under a sun tent watching my son cover his godmother in sand, a young father was ushering two young children back from the ocean. One was new to running and the other one was older than my son, about three years old. Both of these children decided to take off in different directions - one for the dunes away from their blanket, the other, the ocean. I remember vividly the look on his face, who do I save?