Your life has crash landed in the middle of nowhere – you’re scared and frightened.
It was a hard landing and you’re battered and bruised – you feel a little dazed and confused.
You have no idea where you are, you just know you want to get back to civilisation – but you have no idea how to get there.
You feel desperate and vulnerable and there’s a voice inside your head that’s screaming at you all the time.
You’re angry and bitter that this has happened to you and you’re struck by how unfair this is – because after all, you’re a good person and deserve better.
It’s so hard to think clearly, and with each passing minute your situation is getting worse as you begin to get anxious about the dangers all around you.
You’re astounded to see that there in the wilderness, is a helicopter – you don’t question it, you just take it for what it is – your way out, your freedom!
Not so fast! You’re not a pilot! You have absolutely no idea how switch it on, let alone fly the thing. There are hundreds of buttons and dials. You have no idea where to start.
Fortunately, you find a manual that tells you everything you need to know but it’s thousands of pages thick. You suspect you don’t need to read it all but you have no idea which bits of information are useless and which are useful.
With a heavy heart, you reason that you may eventually learn to fly the thing but it will take you a long time – and you’re not sure how much time you have.
You toss the manual in your backpack so that you can flick through it later.
You curse your luck that you’ve found a great way to get you where you want to go but it’s practically useless to you right now.
As you step away from the helicopter you notice something glint on the ground.
It’s a knife.
And it doesn’t need a user manual, you already know how to use it.
You know that you can use it to build shelter, catch food and defend yourself.
Things are looking up.
You smile and drift off into a daydream about how life is going to be so much better once you through this ordeal.
But all too soon the screaming voice is back in your head.
You’re gripped by a sudden feeling of dread as you break out of your daydream and realise where you are.
Feeling helpless, you consider just curling up in a ball and waiting it out. Surely someone will come and rescue you? Won’t they?
Again the helicopter catches your eye and you feel a sense of rage as your inner voice taunts you for being unable to fly it.
Firmly back in reality now, the enormity of your situation hits you – but you feel the knife in your hand and with it, a small sense that you can make it if you can stay strong.
You grit your teeth and feel a determination to take control of your situation.
That very moment you form a plan to get you out of the harsh wilderness and it’s a simple one:
How the story ends is up to you. But I’ll give you one tip: Look after that knife and keep it sharp!
Photo used under creative commons license with thanks to Tennessee Wanderer