You think you'll get three wishes.
I feel strangely new at blogging, but I do enjoy writing so I thought I'd start again with a little poem I read today by Shel Silverstein. The Genie in the Flask I opened up that magic flask, And zoof , up popped a genie. I thought he'd be my slave, but no-- This genie is a meanie. Instead of filling every wish And doing all my bidding, He says that I must be his slave, And oh, he isn't kidding. I sweat and cough with no days off From Tuesdays until Mondays. I cook his beans and scrub his back And wash his yucky undies And sweep and paint--this surely ain't The magic I was hopin'. I guess in life it all depends Which magic flask you open. I read that little poem and it really got to me. Are we going to choose the flask we think will give us what we want out of life only to find out our self focused thinking has led us to more servitude than if we had focused elsewhere? Every choice has a consequence whether or not we want to face that con...