You would have to say that there are better ways of making decisions.
For him, it was always on the toss of a coin. As a young man he was always doing this to make up his mind. So far he’d done rather well. He’d beaten the odds most times. Would he buy the regular box of cereal or the moneysaving super-size? Was he interested in going to his old school friend’s birthday party? Should he call in and get petrol now or later? Did the lawns need a mow? Brown or black socks? Tea or coffee? Heads for yes, tails for no.
He was coming out of a shop when it happened. He felt he’d had enough of it. Would he get these last couple of items on his list today or would he call it quits and go home? Out came the coin. He flipped but missed it as it came down. It hit the pavement and rolled off the edge and over the drain. He bent over and saw it had come to rest on a bar of the grill. That was lucky, he thought, as he stepped out and crouched to retrieve it. He didn’t notice that the car was travelling much too close to the kerb.
Lying unconscious in a hospital bed, the doctors weren’t sure whether or not he would recover. The coma he was in was very deep. It could go either way. The doctor made a brief note on his chart.
His colleague said, “If you had to make a judgement about his chances of recovery, what would you say?”
After rummaging through his trouser pockets, the doctor turned to the other and asked, “Do you have a coin?”