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Here’s this week’s dilemma:(Note: It’s a little morbid this week, and probably wont go well with your cornflakes.)

You have two children, a little girl, called Charlotte who you adopted from birth, and a little boy called Adam, who came from your loins.

One day, you’re taking both kids to school, when all three of you are knocked unconscious, and bundled into a van.

When you come to, it is to find your two children standing in front of you.

The men who kidnapped you, had been working on some dodgy deals with your husband, but he double-crossed them, and now the head honcho is out for revenge.

He tells you that one of your kids must die, and that you have to choose which one it will be. If you don’t choose, he will kill both of them.

What do you do? Who do you choose to save? Your child by birth, or your child by choice?

Yeah, it’s a real doozy.

What do you do?

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  • I don’t think there is an answer to this question and that it’s too horrific to even contemplate. Not a cop out, but I can’t even imagine (and no, I never saw Sophie’s Choice.) But I do believe that there is no difference between the adopted child and your own child. In fact, it wouldn’t make any difference if the second child was a stranger. The choice would still be as horrific.

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  • Lori
    January 30
    2:20 pm

    I only have one child which someone else gave birth to, and she became mine at 9 months old. She isn’t adopted in my mind, she’s just my child.

    And I’d say, “Kill me instead.” Because I could never cause the death of another and live with myself.

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  • Tracy S
    January 30
    2:50 pm

    Agreeing with JulieLeto that it’s too horrific to even contemplate and with Lori, that I’d say “Kill me instead”. I’d seriously try to negotiate killing me instead, then hope they killed the worthless SOB that got us into this mess so my kids would be raised by my sister.

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  • I’d say Kill me instead. And if I lived thru it, I’d kill the bastard that put me in that position.

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  • Louise van Hine
    January 30
    5:50 pm

    I’d spit in the guy’s face and tell him I had AIDS, then try to deball him with a high heel. The only answer in that situation is to go down fighting, because I’d never be able to live with myself and the surviving child knowing that I had actually chosen to have one of them die.

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  • I’m with Louise. In fact, can I have Louise in the van with me?

    Basically, people like that aren’t going to let you live anyway, so playing their games isn’t an option. If you’re good at mind games on your own, offer them something better. I’d try to buy my freedom with either my body or offering to set up my apparently bastard husband.

    In fact, crap, that gave me a story idea! Thanks Karen!!

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  • Marianne McA
    January 30
    7:10 pm

    “Listen, Adam. I’m sorry, but I did say that if you didn’t tidy your room, Mummy would be cross.”

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  • Maddie
    January 31
    12:39 am

    I think I would tell them to kill my a**hole of a husband instead of killing kids that had nothing to do with it, or better yet give me the gun and I will kill the sob ….

    I do have to agree with Dee not mauch chance of any three getting out alive, call be a bitch but if he going to kill me and my kids they better be a bullit with my hubby name on it too!!!!!!!

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  • dew
    January 31
    7:32 am

    I’d say I’m not playing this ‘what if’ game anymore! They used to be kind of fun, but this one and the last have just been awful. WTF?!

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  • I’d have to say kill me to the sorry bastard. And Louise is right, you’d have to go down fighting.

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  • Depends on which kid was being a little butthole that morning and which was toeing the line. Sucking up can save your life, kids, that’s your lesson for the day! 😉

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  • The name of the little girl got my attention, Karen. 🙂

    I am adopted. Didn’t find out until my adopted mother was in a nursing home, stricken by a massive stroke and dying. Even at her death, my adopted father refused to admit the truth. When he passed away, every family member of theirs and every lifelong friend of mine spoke up to tell me. Hard thing to learn at any age but even more so when you are in your fifties. Harder thing to learn that everybody except you knew but were too afraid of your parents to tell you.

    If there was a choice of my life or the children, I’d offer mine. I’d *insist* mine be taken. If that wasn’t an option, I’d let the bitch in me out and do my damnedest to brutally mutilate the guy, yelling for the kids to run. If I succeeded in killing the kidnapper, I’d go after my husband. You are just as guilty of two murders as you are of one and in that case I believe a nice case of protecting your young, self-defense, and then temporary insanity would sway any jury.

    I wouldn’t serve a day.

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  • Karen Scott
    February 1
    2:42 am

    Dew, the great thing about Blogland is that you’re free to play where you want to, and equally free to leave whenever you want.

    The problem with playing nice for any length of time is that people start getting the idea that I’m heading up some kind of democracy here. Just to be clear, I’m not. If anything on here offends you, there are plenty of other places to visit.

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  • So first I cheered at Lori’s answer, but then Louise just blew me away.

    Hell, yeah, go down fighting.

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  • Louise van Hine
    February 1
    8:54 pm

    Aw gee, thanks!

    Just remember, ladies, don’t suppress your inner Mama Bear!

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  • Anon76
    February 1
    10:40 pm

    Yah, I’m again with LvH on this thing. (Dang, she keeps saying things I totally agree with around the boards. Well, maybe not always, but enough of the time.)

    In this situation I’m thinking “kill me”. For some reason the dudes really need me instead of my kids. Okay…then I’ll make you blow my head off. Frigging frightening to contemplate, but maybe the best out if they think you are totally committed to that.

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  • Yeah, like anybody is going to say “Which kid?” and then let us all walk away. Nope. I wouldn’t decide. I’d say the truth. “Kill one, kill me. Forget it, asshole.” I can’t imagine being the SURVIVING child if my mother chose me over the other.
    No way. I’d choose neither and roll the dice.

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  • Louise van Hine
    February 2
    12:53 am

    @Jennifer:

    Precisely. That is why I never went to see that film “Sophie’s Choice”, I had heard enough about the plot of the story. People just don’t do stuff like that. Or – I sure wouldn’t do something like choose one kid over the other.

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  • Marianne McA
    February 3
    12:09 am

    Not offended, Karen, but I agree with Dew, no fun at all. Which of my children would I rather have killed?
    It’s not a moral dilemma, it’s an unimaginably horrific scenario.

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