Does anyone remember the story about the disabled village?

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Does anyone remember the story about the disabled village?

Postby adamrobbins2018 » Thu Aug 30, 2018 3:59 pm UTC

The Inside of a Ping-Pong Ball

"Since when is the ball so exciting?" Says Daphne. "Let's ask Major Peach," Brett said.

Daphne and Brett are project technicians. They are waiting in a room, apart from them, completely empty; Except, that is, for a small black board in the center of the room on which put a normal table tennis ball.

They heard footsteps coming closer and the murmuring murmurs and sighs of Major Peach. He growled, frowning. He was obviously agitated. Wearing a light brown suit and pale brown shoes; a tall, medium-haired man with messy hair and wild mustache reserved only for crazy people and brilliant scientists. But which one is Major Peach?

Brett: "Major Peach, I can recommend ...."
"Sh! Sh! Sh!" said that Major Peach had trouble.

Silence. Daphne and Brett did not dare to sound out. They were standing next to each other to the right of the door the Major entered

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Then, the only sound heard was the slow but deliberate footsteps of Major Peach toward the middle of the room. His face was focused, focused. Not flicker, and now there is no frown. Just stare at the ball when he's near it. At the table, he stood quietly, as if meditating, still with fixed eyes on the white sphere. The moment, just seconds, seemed to last until age, finally, Major Peach came inside his jacket pocket and made a knife. He quickly turned his head 90 degrees and turned 90 degrees to his body - all of this in two moves quickly startled the two technicians as the main fix on Brett. He said calmly and frankly: "You are the witness." Useful advises about choosing the best ping pong paddle can be found at: http://pingpongclan.com/how-to-hold-a-ping-pong-paddle-correctly-for-newbie/

Daphne was confused. She was drafted to "help a few minutes" by her colleague and friend Brett. She now stands by the wall, becoming more frightened with every second. She does not know what to do in this situation. A table tennis? This is the main Peach strange? She looked at Brett, expecting a shrug from him, but instead - and now she was really scared - she saw him open his mouth and his eyes bulging, staring at the back of Major Peach. The Major returns to his mission. He gradually
Drag the pencil down to the top of the ball. When it was near his hands began to tremble. The main must keep themselves together. He knows that no one else can do this task. You can not leave now. In order to stabilize his nerves, he simply freezes every muscle in his body. The knife is still hanging on the ball.

Even though he was behind him, Brett could see that Major Peach had shrunk. He felt like going to him - to place his hands on Major's shoulder. Something.

Daphne, meanwhile, found herself staring like Brett. She is attracted She started to understand. No, she does not understand. Yes, she understands that something very big and important is about to happen - that is if the key can continue - but what is it, and why, beyond her. She moved very slowly to the right to look over her shoulder. Oh no! She saw the knife. Now she understands the importance of this day. Now she knows that she was called to witness an important event.

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Major Peach is still completely quiet. By persevering, he simply reversed the tension. Sweat begins to form on the forehead. He will explode from the pressure if he does not act now. He must do it now or he will never do that. He lifted the knife a little, with his eyes bulging with fear, with sweat flowing into his eyes, he moved it down in a small portion of the table tennis. Now he is breaking up inside but his outside is still fixed and solid. He is now fated to the conclusion. He will do it.

The blade comes to rest on the ball. The knife is very sharp. Now he becomes so calmer that he can not come back. He moves his left hand toward the ball and grabs it between his thumb and forefinger. Now is the time.

Daphne witnessed action. She saw Major Peach drawing a knife from the pencil through the ball. Brett seems to see right through his own body. He instinctively knew what was going on. Daphne stared. Her mouth opened a little. This is it. It's happening. She finds that the key was taking a full swipe on the ball and was it was cut open half. After that, he slipped the knife forward again and prepared himself for the final swipe. He can not see. He closed his eyes tightly. He does not want to see his own actions. At that time, he did not want to be there. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine that someone is taking action. In a few minutes he did not want to be human. So, with his eyes firmly closed, he finished the job with a scary final swipe. At that time the stress was overwhelming. Now he has emerged from his spiritual exile. You have to pass. To know more about types of table tennis, let's have a check at: http://pingpongnow.com/what-is-the-size-of-a-ping-pong-table/
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Re: Does anyone remember the story about the disabled village?

Postby Sizik » Fri Aug 31, 2018 2:58 pm UTC

adamrobbins2018 wrote:And aparently the doctors gave the people wheely-braces for their backs so they could walk around bent backwards or something.

You'd think it would be easier and more comfortable to just give them wheelchairs like everyone else.
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Re: Does anyone remember the story about the disabled village?

Postby Deva » Fri Aug 31, 2018 3:17 pm UTC

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Re: Does anyone remember the story about the disabled village?

Postby doogly » Fri Aug 31, 2018 3:33 pm UTC

Sizik wrote:
adamrobbins2018 wrote:And aparently the doctors gave the people wheely-braces for their backs so they could walk around bent backwards or something.

You'd think it would be easier and more comfortable to just give them wheelchairs like everyone else.

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Re: Does anyone remember the story about the disabled village?

Postby Eianz » Wed Sep 05, 2018 7:13 am UTC

I remember hearing this first time when i was 9. The idea of wheelchairs to explain the prejudice people associate with disability is well potrayed..


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