So the Daily Post has me stranding someone else on a desert island today
His name was Bobby. I took him out to the island on a Tuesday and left him there after digging a well for fresh water and tilling a garden and leaving him plenty of seed to sow. I bought him a flock of sheep, after all shepherding while a lonely work is full of spiritual benefit. Bobby desperately needed that. I also left him a fishing pole so he could learn to fish and a Bible so he could learn to fish for men.
I’ll check back with him in a few years on Wednesday. If he isn’t stark raving mad he should be a better person for it. Maybe next time he won’t reject my invitation to church Mwahahaha!