One day my girlfriend and I went to the Delaware River to take a walk. I decided to wade into the river and some of the rocks were slippery. As I waded through the river, I slipped on one of the rocks. And next to that rock was a deep hole and I went down that hole, feet first. I was trying to get out, and as a last gasp effort, I managed to raise my right hand. A second later, I felt someone grasp me, pull me up, and get my head above the water. It was the young woman! She had been several yards further down, and had't seen me come out again. So, feeling another hand touching me, I knew that I wouldn't die. That was obviously a deep and important experience.