Today was the best day of my life.

As I was looking for fruit near the top of the island I spotted a plane. It was small; it looked like a private plane. Seeing that I only had a few minutes before the plane would fly over I began to sprint to my fire. Knowing that I had to act fast I grabed the burning peices of wood with my bare hands and ran with it back to the top of the mountain. And as the plane flew over head I threw the fire through the air. The plane quickly turned around and landed on the long strip of beach. And when i got down to the plane it turned out to be Chuck Liddel who took me home safely while he told me of his old fight stories. I was finally saved.

week 3

This week has been the toughest so far. It has rained non stop for over 4 days. I can't seem to get food because almost no animals come out in he rain. And when i tried to go fishing i couldn't see into the water because of the rain. The only up side to the rain is that i can finally have clean source of water. I have spent most my time this week making different instruments to collect the rain.

However, something happen to me this week that i have never experienced so far. I finally realized hat I may never make it off this island. there hasn't been one sign of civilization yet. Not one boat; not one plane. For the last two days until now I couldn't move. The feeling of hopelessness kept me from doing anything. I told myself again and again to get up, but my body wouldn't let me.