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Fair Dinings

Friends,
Ever heard of the 'fair innings' principle? Until recently, I figured it was just another baseball thing. As it turns-out the term comes from cricket, but it’s not a sports thing at all. It's the idea that everyone is entitled to an equal amount of time under the sun. Sounds great, right? Sure, unless you use this criteria to ration scarce healthcare resources (the context in which this philosophical approach rears its ugly head). Suddenly, a terrifying corollary emerges: the longer and healthier life you've led, the lower priority treatment you should receive vis-a-vis younger patients who have not had their 'fair innings' -regardless of suffering, probability of recovery or future prospects. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want a loved one to be turned away from treatment because they've met their healthy life 'quota' -no matter how old they've become. Of course one paragraph is probably not enough time to give the issue a fair and balanced view. Then again, this note is about donuts, not healthcare. So, I’d like to propose the idea that everyone should be entitled to equal delight from a delicious donut. They’ve arrived, so come get your 'fair dinings'.
Happy Friday!

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Unknown said…
My dear friend,
Thanks for delighting to your readers with all stories of donuts every Friday, specially for writing about this topic that was so curious for me.
I agree with you about this " theory is ugly & unfair", for me it's like if we share a donut between adults and young people, they have entitled to have a large portion for being younger, and even that the adults don't have the entitled to have part of a portion. Exactly all peolpe want and deserve to enjoy the same amount of a delicious donut without any type of differences. Please have a happy Friday as well.
September 23, 2016 at 10:17 AM
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