To Dad

This is your son, Brian Robeson. The plane I was on crashed when the pilot had a heart-attack and died. Now I’m in a Northern Canadian forest. It was tough at first, but now I’ve found 4 main things to help me survive. First, shelter, I made my shelter near the far end of the ridge. It protects me from sun, rain and mosquitos. It also keeps me warm. Second, the body of water-here is an L shaped lake so I can drink water from it. Third, I’ve found a lot of food to eat. First, I had found berries to eat, but I don’t think berries would be enough. I spend few days making the bow, but I still failed when I gave it a try. I failed few more times, then I realized that something was wrong .I stared in the water for a little while. The light that came above me bent in the water. Refraction, I thought. How could I forget? I’ve learned in science, that when light travels through the water it bends. When I remembered this, I learned to use my spear for in another way, then I caught lots of fish all by MYSELF. The golden fish were really delicious to me, because I had spent many days making the bow, and I hadn’t eat anything. I ate so many fish that I couldn’t count. I went to catch the fish, bring it to the fire, cook it and eat it. Then went to catch the fish, bring it to the fire, cook it and eat it, so on. All of these thing are helping me to survive. Few days ago, a plane passed overhead. Its engine was so deafening. I was almost sure that the plane would take me home and I could visualize me eating the food in the mall. I was so surprised and happy when I thought the plane will come down to rescue me. The plane only needs to turn to see me, but it didn’t. It didn’t turn or come lower, but it did fly away. Depressed, hopeless, dark and empty feeling filled my whole body. Maybe it was my last chance for me to get out of this forest. Maybe it was your last chance to find me. I miss you, miss Terry, and miss my home. If the rescuer could see me, I could be in home now. I just want to end this, let it be done. So I climbed around the rock and tried to end my life by using the hatchet (which mom had given to me) to cut my arm. The word I’ve been thinking over and over again is Clouddown. So I laid on the rock wishing for the death. ”For 47 days,” I thought, “I’ve been hoping for the plane to come. But it did come, then left. Everything I have done for me to survive has been useless. “The second morning arrived and I found myself alive. Now I still have hope but different ones. I am hoping that I can survive by working harder while the searchers are still looking for me. I need to use work to get some hope. I don’t know if you can see me in person or if you’ll see this letter, but I want you to know what happened to me. I don’t know if I will still be alive when you see this letter, but I hope to see you again.

From Brian

During the summer