I Don't Roll on Shabbas

I was anxious all week, and then this weekend my anxieties melted away for some reason. I felt the occasional chest tightness or shortness of breath yesterday, but ignored it. It was rainy today and I had a cozy time with my family all day, puttering around, listening to music. I also saw my eye doctor today. Since my prescription strength hasn't changed over the last few years, I might get LASIK -- in fact, I'm pretty set that I want to. It's just a matter of talking to the 'rents about it. Any thoughts?

So since it's late and I don't have time to get into anything else interesting, I thought I'd leave you with this:

What is it that makes a complete stranger dive into an icy river to save a solid gold baby?