Image Of The Plane example essay topic

The Survivor Oblivious to the fact that I was nearing that time in your life when the thing last on your mind actually happens to occur, I sat back down in my seat and gazed out the window at the never ending, everlasting, deep blue, dazzling ocean. It was only when we approached the land of leaves (The Amazon jungle) and the aircraft descended slightly that I realized that I now had a completely new perspective of the Amazon jungle. I could now see under the carpet of leaves and through the branches to a completely new world, creating self-indulgent, thought provoking and bizarre thoughts and ideas. Suddenly my thoughts and ideas were demolished as the aircraft's left engine was engulfed by flames. The aircraft began to swoop into a dive, like an eagle diving towards its prey at an unthinkable speed. Putting on my parachute, I had but a few seconds to plan my escape and survive this chaotic, traumatic and life threatening situation.

I jumped. I was able to catch a glance at the cockpit only to see the pilot frantically trying to save the plane and the determination on his face indicated to me that he was not going to jump! I then had to under go the most pain striking image of the plane plummeting towards the ground, causing an explosion that would have definitely slaughtered the pilot. The eagle had landed! I glided into a tree and slowly gazed around me at the striking image of debris which lay before me. My first objective was to find the plane and retrieve anything that had fallen out of it or was still in one piece.

It felt like hours before I eventually found the wreckage which made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as it was not a pleasant sight. Noticing that the back end of the plane was still intact and not yet engulfed by flames, I bravely made my way towards the plane fighting the flames coming from the front. Death was beckoning, as I took one step at a time, remembering the consequences that lay in front of me. I managed to retrieve a medical kit and a survival kit in which was a hatchet, a little food, a couple of flares, a bottle of water and a radio transmitter.

I tried the transmitter numerous times but with no success. I started to make a shelter and then a sudden rush of guilt came to me because I did not encourage the pilot to jump but instead, being the pitiful looser I am, only thought about myself as usual. Nightfall came within a few hours and I had come to the conclusion that I would be saved in the morning, as I would probably see another aircraft pass by. I awoke that morning feeling dreadful. The quilt had slowly eaten away at my brain all night, crucifying me as I lay in deep thought. Breakfast was a few berries from a nearby bush which was included in the medical food kit. which did not exactly appeal to my liking, but who was I to criticize as it was not like Tesco's was just around the corner.

I washed in a small stream, which looked like something out of a movie. The water was crisp and clear, and so emblazoning my reflection like a mirror. I looked a state! "I am in the Amazon and concerned about my appearance!" As the day crept onwards, it started to occur to me that my prediction of a plane flying over did not seem likely to happen. I was running out of supplies and so I started to try the radio transmitter to see if anyone was on the same frequency.

Suddenly, I started to hear a mumbling sound which seemed to sound like someone speaking. I picked up the receiver and repeatedly started shouting, "help!" This went on for ten minutes until it occurred to me that it could just be wind. After giving the longest sigh in history, I flopped down on the sand to be confronted by thousands of stars. I lay gazing at the stars for the remainder of that night. I awoke to a sunrise that would have been picture perfect had it not been for those berries that I had eaten the previous day. They must have been poisonous as I had not felt this bad since the morning of the last night out on the town with the boys!

I started to feel unbelievably cold and started to tremble. My feet began to go stone cold as did my fingers. I had seen pictures of what frost bite had done to people and so prayed that it wasn't that. Within a couple of minutes things went from bad to worse.

I started Hallucinating and my adrenaline went sky high as I thought I heard the sound that had been at the back of my mind ever since I got here. That same sound which was the only one that I wanted to here. The sound of propellers. I was not hallucinating! Grabbing my remaining flare with my (thankfully) not yet frozen hand, I dashed to the open space where I had fallen asleep the past night looking at the stars. I sent one soaring into the sky.

I took a large handful of palm tree leafs and used it as a flag to wave to the helicopter as another sign. The thought of it not noticing me was out of the question. I could now only wait and hope.