In the middle of a gigantic room sat a table filled with delicious food and beverages. On one side of the room there was a group of starving people without arms. On the other side of the room there was a group of starving people with arms but no legs. The group with arms but no legs used their arms and hands like ski poles to pull themselves to the table, but once they got there they could not reach the food that was on top of the table.
The group with legs but no arms boldly rushed their way to the table, but once they got there they could not serve themselves without arms. The group with arms but no legs started shaking the table hoping some of the food would fall to the floor, while the group with legs but no arms began eating from the table with their faces like pigs at a trough, despite the hostility that was taking place below.
The violence from the foot of the table and the determination at the top, painted a picture of complete disorder and a lot of grievance. At the foot of the table, scrawny arms were flailing, hungry hands were grabbing, and desperate torsos were sliding around the floor, looking for the slightest bit of food. At the top of the table, hungry faces were moving from dish to dish clogging their noses with food and blinking their eyes to get rid of it.
The room was full of starving people with disabilities scurrying around fighting for survival, with no one asking for help, and definitely no one offering it. Some of the people that were eating from the top of table started gaging and some began to collapse because the air could not travel through their clogged nasal passages. Most of the people on the floor, were being stepped on, kicked out of the way and clawed by any famished soul that interfered their grabbing. Within minutes, most of the food from the table had fallen to the floor, creating a slippery state and escalating the situation to a more critical level; by this time, any conversation that had taken place, was reduced to coughing and savage-like groaning. Bodies were falling on top of bodies with no obvious victims; hands were reaching out to their unsympathetic peers. …Every person was clearly out for themselves. However; there were two men, one with arms and one with legs, that decided to work together as a team.
It all happened when a man with legs, tripped over a man with arms who was holding a large, grimy piece of bread. When the two men collided, the bread was tossed in the air and suddenly became fair game. The man with arms was not quick enough to recover the bread so the man with legs ran after it, but when he reached the bread he was not able to pick it up, so he kicked it to the man with arms. The man with arms caught the bread and smiled at the generous donor. Now, for the first time since the beginning of the food war, a conversation between two opposites would be possible.
The two men quickly decided to join forces. They huddled together in a dark corner to eat the bread and to initiate a plan. …The man with legs would run around looking for food to kick to the man with arms. The man with arms would catch the food and defend it. The plan was orchestrated like an ice hockey game with its shooter, goalie and its edible puck. Once the men had accumulated a modest stockpile of food, they sat with their backs turned away from the chaos and helped each other. The man with arms was able to feed the man with legs, therefore the man with legs was able to stand strong and defend his supplier. Together they gave and received, and because of their bipartisan kinship they both lived to tell the story.
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Valerie FrameWork 