an essay if a genie could grant three wishes of yours, what would it be?
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WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL, one of my teachers asked us to write about who we would like to be. I wanted to be a combination of Einstein and Santa Claus — Santa Claus because he could give everyone what they wanted and Einstein because he was the smartest person I had heard of and he could figure out how to give everyone what they wanted. I have been granted this wish in a way. I have had so many mental, spiritual, physical and emotional experiences that I seldom meet someone I cannot understand or to whom I cannot be helpful. This I now call my work.
The second time I made a wish was when I had been tired and wanted a rest. I wished I had a lot of money. I thought it would be easier to serve others and take care of myself if I were rich. However, I didn’t qualify the wish — just like in the old story about the genie. The money I received was part of an insurance settlement from being hit by a car and losing my leg. I got about $66,000, tax-free. But it changed nothing. I was amazed. I could eat better, travel to my heart’s content, set up businesses to help my friends, and watch them blow it just as they had before without my money or my intervention. The whole experience cost me nearly all the friendships I had at the time, and netted me much food for thought. I don’t know if rich is better but I know I won’t spend my last wish on money.
And what will be my last wish? If I get one more, you can bet that I’ll make it a good one. I’ve studied the wisdoms of this world and have learned a bit from them. But I’m not ready yet. One day I will see it clearly and then I’ll wish my last wish.
It’ll be a secret, of course. One doesn’t go about messing up the wish circuitry by telling them, you know.