I was ejected from my bottle because I would easily grant any wish that any human would ask without thinking about the consequences. I mean it didn’t affect me right? I would just grant them then go back to the luxurious life of my glass bottle. They threw me out and gave me 300 days to give my last 3 wishes away. I wanted to make it count.
In my first 206 days as a human I watched humanity looking for someone to give my wishes to. I saw a lot of homeless people who were not really homeless. I saw poor people who spent their money foolishly on alcohol and cigarettes and drugs. I saw animal owners who treated their animals horrific leaving them to suffer in the heat and cold. I saw children suffering in illness and people punished because of the beliefs of others. I didn’t want to give my wishes to anyone.
Now I knew I needed to find the light in someone, anyone that could actually show me that they could think of something besides themselves. I wandered the cities, the countryside and the roads. Just sitting and watching.
There were a few people who I had my eye on.
There was 8-year-old girl Rebecca in the children’s ICU. She really only had a little over a month to live but she took every spare moment she had to read to the younger children in the unit. She’d had the nurses wheel her to the center of the room and read in her loudest of loud voices so that every single child could hear. I could hear her wish for the end of the suffering of all the children.
There was Debbie a 45-year-old woman who ran a farm for abused animals. She spent every moment of her day and every penny she had making sure the animals were not only happy and healthy but well-loved. I watched her take practically feral animals that most would have put down and turn them into loving creatures. I could see her wish to have more land and more help so she could help even more animals.
There was Sophie 65 years old and a widow who turned her home into a home for battered woman. She filled every last room with cots. She used every last cent of the insurance money her husband left her. Her pension spent on food to fill the cupboard so their bellies could be full. Her wish was to make every women safe.
I could give any of these females my wishes. Each would use them with care and the thought of others in their heart.
I wondered to myself, could I? Would it change anything in the world or would it just make a dent in this painful place that is called earth.
I knew time was growing short and I had to make a choice. So I went and visited each person, speaking kindly to them of their wondrous deeds. I told them they would each get 1 wish to do with as they wanted.
They made the wishes I knew they would and I felt my body grow incorporeal as I moved on to the next life and what waited for me there.
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