So two years ago I decided to finally put my pilot license to good use. I chose to rent a plane and fly over the Alaska Wilderness.
I was flying over the Kodiak Island when the engine turned off and I started to fall. As I fell I was praying that I would live to see another day.
When I woke up there was blood everywhere and it hurt whenever I tried to move. After a few moments I blacked out again
When I woke up again I was very hungry and thirsty and decided I needed to go find food. So I got up a I slowly started to walk away from the crash.
After a day of searching I found a river and began making a shelter and getting things to start a fire. When I got everything set up I was able to fish and get warm.
A few days have past and I stared to think that no one will find me and i'll be here forever. Then I heard a loud noise and I went to look and it was a helicopter so I started waving my arms and jumping around until they seen me and came over and took me away. And now I'm reliving that moment now but at least I have people to talk to this time.