I was laying back in her chair, feeling exposed. She was one of the few who was serious about this, like a technician.
I felt a little offended when they assumed I didn’t know how to do it properly. I’m a grown man. I’ve been around the block.
Ok, you’ve got to go all the way down, she directed.
See how I’m doing it? Her hands were busy, You’ve got go down on both sides.
I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel it.
Then I felt a warmth gush into my mouth.
You’ve got some inflammation in there.
Do you floss every day?
Sometimes, I said. There was no lying. The evidence was in the metallic taste in my mouth.
After my visit, I went home and vowed to be a flossing champion. Twice a day even!
A week later I realized, I hadn’t flossed at all.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
And on this road, a future lesson from my dental professional.
The outrage over Cecil the lion’s death is because of the scarcity rule….the human condition is to value less what is in excess and value more what is scarce. Just look at political entitlements or community involvement. Both are too low to meet the demand of the many many people in this world, because, as funny as it sounds, there are just too many people to care about.
Imagine living in a small town, with a hundred people. You and your community would address those people who aren’t doing so well, wouldn’t you?
Just think, if we could factory farm a warehouse full of Cecils, would anyone be thinking twice about eating them on their burgers?
If this sounds strange, then there’s more than a scarcity rule we should be applying in judging the deaths of animals.