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The plane was about to land. The pilot droned on about the warm temperatures and the time change. Our winter vacation on the sandy beaches of the warm Caribbean was about to start. All of a sudden…..

All of a sudden the engine stopped and the plane slipped right in the next forest. There was a terrible noise of splitting and cracking wood. The plane ripped down the middle just between the seats. It took me a while to think after stretching arms and legs, we were still alive. We all were fine, not even broken bones. But where were we? In the middle of a forest maybe an hr. walk from the airport where we were expected. We had to decide which direction. We were not sure that the head of the plane showed us the direction as most time the planes circle the airport first. Somebody said it would be better if we stayed and waited for help. The stewardess informed us there was only some water for coffee and tea left and no food. We all hoped, they would find us soon. They would miss us already. We started collecting our luggage from the storage room. It was getting dark and we laid down on some blankets. Somebody made a fire as it was getting cold at night. The fire was bright and we hoped they would find us. At 7 o'clock I woke up hearing a cracking twig. I saw some men with flashlights our rescuers. One day later we arrived at the hotel next to the beach. We were tired, cold, hungry, and happy.