Jimmothy, when I see a child lurching after its ball as it bounces under the wheels of of a careening pickup, I scream "STOP!"  I reflexively do what's needed to prevent the tragedy that's sure to take place if not for my intervention.  Regardless of being asked.

The foolish tyke neither notices the truck, nor does it fully comprehend the consequences of being run over.  It's playing.  It wants its toy.
Why in the world would it ask for my help?

Why would you?