Deserted Island Essay

      Waking up from the devastating shipwreck, I found myself on what seemed to be a deserted island. I dragged myself up the sandy beach and stood back to observe the island that offered me a safe haven. In the midst of what seemed to be a tropical paradise, there were multitudes of greenery, lush foliage that looked like they were painted on. Beautiful flowers in reds, yellows, purples, and pinks lounged happily along the banks of small streams running perkily through the trees. It felt like a dream world. 
      The sounds of the birds brought freedom and happiness to mind. Nowhere was there any sign of fear; they had obviously not experienced the destruction that man could cause. Following the streams allowed me to hear the playful sound of the water lapping at the rocks and the fish jumping about. The leaves of the trees rustled when the wind blew gently, bringing with it a feeling of peace and tranquility. All around me was evidence of the beauty that God had provided before man became involved.
      Continuing through the woods, the smells of fruits attacked senses overwhelmed with hunger. Not knowing how long unconsciousness had lasted, I was unaware of how long my body had been without food. My insides felt as if they were wrenching and twisting with the pain of deprivation. I made my way toward the fruity smell, hoping it wasn't an illusion.
      When I finally found the banana tree, trembling hands almost prevented me from peeling one. My mouth was watering and desperate for the taste and feel of the fruit. As I swallowed bits of banana my parched throat seemed to rebel. Quickly bending over the small stream to quench the unbearable thirst, the water washed down the delicious fruit. At that point, the possibility of survival became very real indeed.
      There was a soft shuffle in the bush behind me; I whipped my head around to see if there was any threat of danger to find myself face to face with a camera lens. "Hello, Marissa Weiss, you are on Kiddy Camera!" Angry and extremely annoyed, I stared at the camera with my jaw wide open. I couldn't believe that my near death experience had been some kind of sick joke for the entertainment of others. "Marissa, are you okay? You look kind of sick," the cameraman said. Without a word, or explanation, I quickly pounced on him and started clawing. It took three crew members to drag me off; I didn't hurt him that much, just a few scratches and scars... They sent me home on the first flight out of that "deserted island" as I highly suggested to them. My episode never aired, but three weeks later I got a restraining order through the mail from the cameraman.