The only survivor of a wreck was thrown on an uninhabited island. In a few days he managed to build himself a hut in which he placed the little that he had saved from the wreck.
Daily he prayed to God for deliverance and anxiously scanned the horizon each day to hail any passing ship.
One day, on returning from a hunt for food he was horrified to find his hut in flames; all he had was gone up in smoke. He decided God had forsaken him.
Shortly he saw a ship steaming to his rescue. “We saw your smoke signal,” said the captain, “or we would never have known there was anyone here.”
ML 05/07/1961