Chasing Pigs

I preface this post with two things. First of all, this is a true story. Secondly, this is just one example of how far in the country we live.
My husband is such a smart guy. Seriously, in so many ways I wish I could be more like him. The other night he left to go hunting (with three kids and crazy, busy schedules hunting is more like a treat for him than the daily occurence it used to be.) He got about 2 miles from our house and got flagged down by some of our other neighbors. Was there a wreck? A car broken down? Possibly a flat tire? Oh, no. Someone's piglets were out. Yes, you read that right. The owners were not home, the fence was broken, and baby pigs were all over the place. So Kevin gets out and they try to figure out what to do with the loose swine. They decided to call Animal Control and let them handle it since there was no way to keep the piglets in. (Animal Control was already closed. This was 5:00 on a Friday afternoon. So they had to call the police. I find this hilarious!)
Anyways, our neighbors said they would try to corral the pigs while they waited for the police. After it was decided there was nothing left to do, Kevin said farewell and went hunting. That was what he had set out to do and there was no reason for an additional person to wait. This is where I appreciate my husband the most. If it had been me who had been stopped to help with the piglet situation, I would have never been able to leave. Why? Because I am a woman and I am Amy. I would have done one of two things: Either waited around because I would have felt indebted to everyone involved or went on my way all the while worrying and feeling guilty about leaving the other people to handle the issue.
I struggle with saying no, I hate to let people down, and I have hard time allowing myself a break. This is a continous battle. Who else struggles with these same things? Is this a gender issue or is it unique to a certain personality?