The name Sam came about on my recent whitewater rafting trip with my singles group from church. We made a trip to the New River Gorge, West Virginia, lots of fun jokes there, and spent two days rafting. My wonderful plastic helmet was a bright yellow and someone had been nice enough to put a name tag on the back of it. So Sam I became and seeing as we had to fish people out of the river, fisherman.
Turns out that the boat that I was in had the highest fall-out rate. Our running joke was that any time our river guide said "relax" my friend Kelly fell out. She also spent some time submerged looking for Nemo, or Heaven, whichever came first. Luckily, she found neither and is already planning a Labor Rafting trip.
If you have never been rafting I suggest that you try it at least once. Very wild ride.
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