Neither is Right or Wrong

I had an email conversation with one of my roommates the other day. The conversation wasn't long, or too drawn out, (by my standards, though I do tend to ramble) but at the conclusion something had been made painfully, bluntly obvious to me. Though I might desire to be more like someone, I have absolutely NO right to attempt to force them to become more like me.
I've dwelt upon this conclusion, along with the words, "I have nothing but absolute contempt for your assumptions," for a little less than a week now, and I ponder, why God chose to make me this way.
There is a certain level of accusation I can put upon God, because I feel like there are times that people use the phrase, "God made me this way" as a cop-out to attempt to justify their character flaws. For sure, if God really made you "this way," then one should be able to accept, and not only accept, but defend the "way" they are made. However, when we use those words as a crutch to attempt to huddle along in our flawed selves, then we are committing ourselves to sin more, and we use the phrase "God made me this way" to justify our sin.
So when I wonder why God made me this way, I am referring to the deep need I have to want to rescue people. To use my roommate's example, if someone were to take a child out into the middle of the lake, and throw him in, without a life preserver, what would my initial reaction be? I would be inclined to jump in and attempt to save the child, whereas my roommate would sit on the shoreline and watch, waiting to see if the child could figure out how to swim on his own.
I used to think that would be an absurd thing, how could you do that to a child? I could only imagine what it would feel like, flailing about in water too deep for my feet to touch the bottom, while my friend sat there on the shore, and in my mind, I feel like I can see a hint of a smile on their face, while I'm swallowing dirty water, trying to figure out how to make my heavier than lead arms keep my head above water.
Why does this scenario hurt so much? How can you do this to a child?
Indeed, how can you do this to me?
And I think that's the point.
I can see the logical and intelligent position of letting someone "figure it out on their own". I truly can accept that.
I guess I just wish that I had someone who would have jumped in after me. Maybe that's why I want to rescue people so badly, because I don't want anyone to have to go through the pain I went (and am still going) through.
So when it comes down to it, I can see and understand that neither scenario is right or wrong. Though the child in the water may have wanted someone to jump in and rescue them, one can beg to ask the question, would they ever figure out how to swim if someone is always pulling them out of the water? Or, could we ask the question, who cares if I know how to swim as long as I'll have you there to help me?
Which is right? Which is wrong? I don't think there is an answer to that universally. All I know is, which answer is right for me?
And that, I do know the answer to.