
I'll end this month's letter with a little story.
There was a rather shy engineer who decided to finally splurge on a luxury cruise to
the Caribbean. It was the "craziest" thing he had ever done in his life. Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, a hurricane roared upon the huge ship, capsizing it like a child's toy. Somehow, the
engineer, desperately hanging on to a life preserver, managed to wash ashore on a secluded island.
Outside of the beautiful scenery, a spring-fed pool, bananas and coconuts, there was little else.
He lost all hope and for hours on end, sat under the same palm tree. One day, after several months had passed, a gorgeous woman in a small rowboat appeared.
"I'm from the other side of the
island," she said. "Were you on the cruise ship too?"
"Yes, I was," he answered. "But where did you get the rowboat?"
"Well, I whittled the oars from the gum tree branches, wove the reinforced
gunnel from palm branches, and made the keel and stern from a eucalyptus tree."
"But, what did you use for tools?" asked the man.
"There was a very unusual rock strata on the south side of the
island. I discovered that if I fired it in my kiln, it melted into ductile iron. Anyhow, that's how I got the tools. But enough of that," she said. "Where have you been living all this time? I don't see
any shelter."
"To be honest, I've just been sleeping on the beach."
"Would you like to come to my place?" the woman asked.
The engineer nodded. She rowed them around to her side of the
island tied up the boat and they walked up a winding stone walk she had laid around a palm tree. There stood an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
"It's not much, but I call it home."
Inside, she said, "Sit down please; would you like a drink?"
"No thanks," said the man. "One more coconut juice and I'll throw up!"
"It won't be coconut juice," the woman replied. "I have a crude
still out back, so we can have authentic Pina Coladas."
Trying to hide his amazement, the man accepted the drink, and they sat down on her couch to talk. After they had exchanged stories, the woman
asked, "Tell me, have you always had a beard?"
"No," the man replied, "I was clean shaven all of my life until I ended up on this island."
"Well, if you'd like to shave, there's a razor upstairs in
the bathroom cabinet."
The man, no longer questioning anything, went upstairs to the bathroom and shaved with an intricate bone-and-shell device honed razor sharp. Next he showered-- not even
attempting to fathom a guess as to how she managed to get warm water into the bathroom-- and went back downstairs.
"You look great," said the woman. "I think I'll go upstairs and slip into
something more comfortable." After a short time, the woman, smelling faintly of gardenias, returned, wearing a revealing gown fashioned out of pounded palm fronds.
"Tell me," she asked, "we've both been
out here for a very long time with no companionship. Haven't you been lonely? Isn't there something that you really really miss? Something that would be really nice to have right now?!"
"Why yes there is!" the man replied, shucking off his shyness. "There is something I've wanted for so long. But on this island all alone, it was just, well... impossible."
"Well, it's not impossible
any more," the woman said.
The man, panting in excitement, said breathlessly, "You mean... you actually figured out some way we can check our e-mail?!"