Who Deserves The Last Seat?
It started, as many interesting conversations do, with someone saying: “I have a question for you.” It was an ordinary Wednesday evening. A few neighbours were sitting around, talking, laughing, and doing what people have done for centuries when they have nowhere particularly urgent to be. Then our resident, Jeff, Mr. Know-It-All, had a quiz. There were seven people on a small plane: A senior politician. A wealthy entrepreneur. A doctor. A pregnant woman. A priest. A sixteen-year-old girl. And a philanthropist. The plane crash-landed on a deserted island in the Pacific. Everyone survived. For the moment. Then, almost unbelievably, a small aircraft appeared overhead. The pilot managed to land. There was only one seat available. And a violent storm was approaching. Rescue might not arrive in time. The pilot could take one person. Only one. Jeff looked around the table. Then he asked: “If the decision were entirely yours… who would you save?” And suddenly, our drinks became irrelevant. Nobody answered immediately. It made us think. So, I ask you … What choice would you make and more importantly, Why? Tomorrow, I'll tell you what our group verdicts were. And perhaps we'll discover something rather surprising about the way we judge a human life. Until then, Bob
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