My husband (BWH) is deathly afraid of sharks. He is so afraid, in fact, that he refuses to even watch them on TV. Of course, my son and I tease him mercilessly about it. One of our favorite stories that we continue to tease him about was told to us by an old friend of his. When they were younger, my husband’s friend talked him into giving surfing a try. I don’t know how he convinced him, but he did. While the BWH’s friend was sitting on his board, awaiting the next wave, BWH came paddling by at a frenetic pace. All he saw were arms, legs and water splashing about. When BWH’s friend turned to see what BWH was frantically escaping from, he saw a grey dorsal fin a few feet behind. BWH’s friend turned in BWH’s direction, laughed and yelled, “Dude! It’s a dolphin!” BWH didn’t care. He didn’t stop paddling until he was on the sand and never returned to the water in anything other than a boat again.