The sole survivor of a shipwreck washed up on a small, uninhabited island in the middle of the ocean. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but he never saw any ships. Over the months he built a small crude hut to protect himself from the rain and to store his few tools and possessions. He slowly gave up hope of rescue, and spent his days hunting and scavenging for food. He always kept a small fire going to cook whatever game he could find. One day he came home to find his hut burning. A gust of wind had blown some sparks from his fire, and the whole structure was in flames, sending plumes of black smoke billowing in the air. He could do nothing to save his only home, and he collapsed on the ground in despair. The next day he woke up to find a ship anchored off the island. He waved to a boat heading to shore, and within a few minutes he was rescued. “What made you stop here?” he asked the captain when he was safely on board. “We saw smoke from the fire you built,” the captain replied. What seemed like disaster had turned out to be the survivor’s salvation.