Stranded
“Are you the only one that survived?” The man asked.
I sat there stared at the sandy ground, lowering my head to think. I remembered everything that led to this disaster. I never could’ve imagined how the events would have played. You always think your sure of things, but that’s never case it seems. I then began to weave the story of what happened before this in my head.
(Flashes back to what happened earlier)
I was on an airplane that lead to this luxurious Island that I forgot the name of (it was an exotic, long name). The thought of going to this luxurious Island excited me. I revelled in thinking of the vast amount of things to do there. If only my best friend Mike could’ve been here with me. He’s probably dead now though unfortunately; he was lost in the woods and never found again. I was depressed at the thought of that. When everyone got seated, the person who sat next to me revealed only a cold exterior.
He sat there in contemplation, judging from how his chin rested on his hand. I observed the man for a brief moment before returning my own reality. He did not mind it seemed, and if so, much less than what his mind was focusing on right now. His appearance was intimidating. He wore a trench coat over what seem to be a black shirt. He had a goatee and was tall and muscular, with short hair. He looked oddly familiar somehow. I then distanced myself slightly and returned to my own business.
The Airplane suddenly began shaking. I thought it was turbulence until the pressure hurt my ears horribly. Everyone began to tumble over to the seat in front of them, as the airplane began what seemed to be nose-diving. Flight Agents alerted that there’d be a crash. Then I saw a man sporting a white T-shirt r...
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...e done for him was consider him insane, mooch off of him, and then eliminate his chance of rescue. In the end, all I was being was a burden, and a greedy one at that.
I then thought about the terrorist, about slaying that unredeemable fool. He ruined everything. But then I realized I’d be reduced to that terrorist who only cared about money seeing as I only cared about revenge. I realized everything Mike said. I spent time to think of this and realized that it might’ve actually been true. I had to learn to change my ways, to become a wiser and better person. I began doing this by reading Mike’s writings. Perhaps I’d find a revelation.
So those were my 30 days on a tropical island. What seemed to be the month of my life culminated in one of the worst in mere minutes. But after that experience, I knew I could never fully return to the tedium or my former life.
In conclusion Mike was an exceptional man with exceptional middos and there is much to learn from him. Over the course of this assignment I’ve been thinking about the many areas I can and imy”h will change in. Mike helped everyone it didn’t matter if you were his best friend, his neighbour or unknown to him, the only thing that matters was that you were jew. So too in our days it doesn’t matter if you’re smart, granddaughter of the gadol hador or good looking – everyone should be treated the same way. I hope this writing has influenced you because it surely impacted
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