Our boy scout troop was on a white river rafting trip when the boat went off
course in foggy, hazy, and wet weather. The leader of the scouts fell into the
water and was quickly swept away. We managed to reach the shore but to our horror
we realized that we were on a deserted island. Being the oldest in the group,
the boys turned to me for help.
Trying to hide my own fears, I bravely began to give directions. I started
off by telling the boys to pitch their tents and to start a fire so that we
would be able to stay warm and in hopes that a plane might spot us. We rationed
what little food we had and planned to explore the area in the morning.
By dealing with the most imminent problems such as hunger and shelter, as well
as looking at the long term of taking precautions to be rescued, I felt that
we had taken full control of the situation and dealt with it in the most logical
manner.
