Annie Fox has a moral dilemma for you:
You have been given six months to live unless a suitable liver can be found. You are a strange blood type and five months have past - no suitable donor is found - the clock keeps ticking.
Finally in Wellington a particularly bureaucratic civil servant sticks his head too deeply into the trough, inhales and starts choking. He staggers around his sea-view office until, blinded by his own short-sightedness, he trips over the his latest economic-strangulation legislation and tangles himself in his own red tape. An ambulance is called but he dies a slow, painful death on the way to the hospital, where they find his donor card and harvest his organs - a perfect match has been found.
So here’s you dilemma: Do you accept his liver?
A dilemma indeed!