Stranded on an Island: The Samuel Houseman Story

Samuel Houseman found himself as the sole survivor of a notorious plane crash. He had spent days on the island by himself. Once a promising meteorologist from a small Montana town of Savior. Samuel was alone. Samuel made the most of it by collecting bananas from the trees.

"Just a little further" thought Samuel as he was climbing up.

Samuel did his best, he climbed up high on the tree to retrieve the bananas -- at least five of them enough energy for him that'd last for a week. As he climbed back down, he setup a campfire. He sat by himself watching the ocean waves flow right by. Samuel gazed at the wreckage -- not much to salvage from other than perhaps some additional medicine. There was a radio that Samuel could use. He'd have to figure out how to operate it. The pilots were sadly deceased along with the other passengers.

"So sad" thought Samuel as he gazed at the wreckage before him.

Samuel approached the wreckage with caution, he knew he was the only survivor. As he did, he began to head towards the main cabinets of the plane. He did his best checking for the medicine and other supplies. He found some coffee grinds that he could use to make coffee over his campfire. After acquiring the coffee grinds he found a few emergency flashlights with enough battery. Perhaps if he lit up the night sky, he could alert a rescue plane or two to come to his aide.

"This will do quite nicely" said Samuel to himself.

Samuel grabbed the emergency flashlights from the plane. He didn't want to resort to cannibalism to survive -- living off fruit or perhaps even the local wildlife was enough. He made a fishing pole for himself where he could grab as much fish as possible. He used the smaller grabs he killed on the beach as bait for bigger fish. With some luck, Samuel was able to catch a few fish here and there. He cooked the fish over his campfire and sat down to eat his meal.

"This will be life" thought Samuel as he gazed out at the ocean breeze.

Samuel could see that it was getting dark -- he had grabbed some clothes within the plane to be used as a cover for the colder evening. As Samuel sat carefully, he decided to use his flashlights as a possible guide to alert any rescue planes. But nobody would come -- he noticed a jungle further up ahead. Samuel could get to use to his new life on the island. Instead of focusing on a rescue of himself -- he'd change his purpose.

"Time to head on in" thought Samuel.

Samuel headed further into the jungle -- he could still see the island was quite small and always could see the ocean. As he did, he found a hut that was once occupied by someone who had been stranded there. That person was sadly no longer living all the more for Samuel to occupy it.

"Time to make a new home" thought Samuel.

This new hut would be perfect for Samuel. Everyday he'd get up and stretch. He'd be able to watch the ocean before him. He didn't need to be rescued -- he was happy -- actually being away from civilization. He didn't seem to be bothered that his cellphone was dead since it had no charger. All the more for Samuel to be by himself and feel all but relaxed.

"This is going to be my life" thought Samuel quite happy and content.

For once, Samuel found peace away from civilization and its social politics. He glanced out at the ocean each morning and evening before going to bed feeling safe and sound. Samuel totally didn't seem to care if civilization ever cared about finding him. He'd get up each day and lived life to the fullest.

"Ah, another day in the jungle" thought Samuel.

Samuel chopped away since he found a sharp knife he had found. It was fun for him instead of actually working in a toxic office atmosphere. After his day in the jungle, he'd head back to the hut. There he'd sit and listen to the sounds of the ocean before him. He was pleased that this life was going to be better than living in society. When the evening arrived, Samuel would go out of his tent -- he was happy and quite content -- no worries about bills or anything of the sort. He gazed up at the sky and then at the sea.

"This is for me" said Samuel to himself, "and I don't want to change any of it."

Samuel sat back down before heading to his hut to rest. Samuel would often have dreams on the island -- flying through the trees as if he were some jungle king even if he weren't in reality. These were quite fond dreams that were no of a reality on the island that he found himself no longer felt stranded -- but was actually happy. He was happy being alone, and that's all that mattered to him.

"Absolute happiness" thought Samuel as he rested his head on a rock -- "never thought to see this day through."

Yes, Samuel was happy -- it was going to be like this every day from now on. You'd think that Samuel would want this day to end -- but why go back to toxic civilization? It's a dream for everyone to dream of when they want to get away. The dream has become reality for him. Samuel would continue to have these days and nights always looking at the ocean. Not a care in the world as he slept through it. He didn't seem to mind if a year went by with his loved ones trying to search for him. He was just happy and content. Samuel could feel his beard with pride that he had grew -- he didn't seem to care about shaving either as he got up each day. He'd spend the rest of his life like this and he was fine. Just fine. The end for now.