Since this is an essay contest, I'll begin.
So I had a poor long lost uncle that the family hadn't seen in years, until one day we got a call from the state police in Florida asking us to come and get him.
Apparently he had been lost in the wilderness for weeks and was found by the Epcot Center maintenance staff in a landscaped berm of trees and vegetation. He was nearly starved to death.
What the police could tell us is that while he was lost in the landscaping berm near the food court, though there was plenty of food to be had, he didn't have a knife on him so he was unable to open or cut any of the food into bite sized portions. When he was discovered he was almost crushed under the weight of pre-packaged foods that the tourist hoardes had been tossing to him.
To make things even worse, he was also severely dehydrated. It seems the helpful tourists trying to have concern for his health had only been tossing him Mexican Coke bottles. The ones with only pure cane sugar and not that horrible corn syrup. The only trouble is that my poor uncle not only didn't have a knife, but he didn't have a bottle opener either. Surrounded by beverages but without any way to open them. A true horror.
So as if that wasn't bad enough, he did make it into the hospital for treatment...where they discovered he had a rare sort of botfly infestation. According to the doctors his system was just completely overrun by the botfly larvae and had he only had a knife, he could have simply cut them all out.
Once in the hospital friends and family started sending him gifts. Among the gifts were lottery tickets. Well, when the lottery numbers were announced on TV...his TV was on the wrong channel. He called and called for the nurse but they never came. In a fit of delusional rage, he ate all his tickets....he very well may have won but we will never know now. If he only had a knife, he could have thrown it to change the channel.
Unfortunately this was the last bit of energy his system could muster and he passed...knifeless.
If I got this HEST I would keep it close as a memorial testament to my poor unfortunate uncle, a victim of a landscaped berm in Epcot center....he lived a great life...for a knifeless bastard.
I almost forgot a totally unrelated visual for some emotional impact
There is a possibility that the events as I've recalled them may be somewhat inaccurate. These are only recollections to the best of my ability under conditions of extreme duress.