You were on vacation in Brighton Beach, England, during the summer holidays. You were walking with your friends along the amusement park pier, when you decided to stop for a photo.

You lean against the balustrade and strike a pose with your best friend, when one of your friends, climbing to sit on the edge of the balustrade, drops your bag into the sea.

You watch the bag sink into the depths of the sea. You want to cry, inside that bag there is practically your whole life. Documents, money, your journal, everything is about to become a shapeless mass of mush.

Your friend apologizes, but he's not going to dive in to retrieve your bag and you're not great at swimming. The pier is really high so there's no way to dive without risking your life, and the sea seems really deep and wavy.

You're about to give up when suddenly you see a big, tall man jump off the balustrade to dive. You watch the scene in amazement as you lean over. The man has risen to the surface and is holding your bag.

It's all so surreal and you feel really relieved to be able to get your stuff back. So you start running towards the beach, so you can meet that man who literally saved your belongings and your life.

When you reach him on the seashore, the man runs a hand over his face, wiping the droplets of seawater from his eyes. He gives back the bag to you and sighs, shaking his head.

"You better be careful with your bloody stuff, love" he says and then makes to leave. Shouldn't you be grateful to this mysterious man?