What a weird experience this was. I was jogging to the gym, and the route I jog has this lovely cycle path which is right next to a beach. It was about 10am I guess and I saw this old man walking as if he was drunk to the ocean. He was wearing (unfortunately for me) just his underwear. Naturally I knew something was wrong and decided to stop for a bit and see what would happen. He went in the water, attempted to swim but kept going under and back up, unintentionally I thought. So I didn't know what to do, there was no one around and he could just be swimming innocently. But then he was taking longer to come up and his hands were flapping around a bit, so on instinct I ran towards the beach, having to climb over these shitty boulders and the tide was out, so it must have been 300 metres to the sea. I swear I've never ran so fast in my life, it was weird. I shouted pretty much all the time to the man to see if he was okay, and I got no reply. I went into the sea and got closer and yelled "Are you ok?" and he replied with "Shit son can you help me" (I lol at that looking back no it), so I swam to the point where I could no longer touch my feet on the ground beneath me and grabbed his arms, turned him on his back above me (yes, waiting for gay posts) and swam backwards to keep him and me afloat. I remember that technique from years ago at swimming practise. It turned out the guy was lost and he was meant to be in town with his family on a visit away from the home he stays at (he's mentally unstable). I asked him if he had a phone or any clothes and he pointed me to them like 500m away at the other side of the beach, so we went there -- slowly -- and got his phone and I had to contact his sister to come pick him up. Bastard made me late for work but oh well. Was an awesome experience really, scary, but awesome. Thought I'd share it.