Hmm . . . most of the answers so far have included wealth, health, and superpowers.
So my first wish would cover all those bases. I would want super speed, a la The Flash. I’d even take the scarlet jumpsuit if that could piggyback on this wish. I figure that if I could run like The Flash, I could rob the rich evil-doers of their wealth with impunity, and I’d keep in shape. And I’d have the scarlet jumpsuit.
Second wish: I would love to be able to fly. So, a pilot’s license.
(Faked you out there, huh?)
Third: I wish I was dumber.
I have a theory that happiness and intelligence are inversely related. We’ve all heard of geniuses who commit suicide (Alan Turing, Vincent Van Gogh, and Hunter S Thompson, off the top of my head); my thought is that they are all too able to see this world’s imperfections, and lack the ability to rationalize their existence.
On the other hand, my sister-in-law was born with Down Syndrome. She may never know about love, beyond what her parents have given her. Her career consists of light manual labor followed by a return to the group home where she lives. But she’s always happy. I think it’s because she doesn’t know what is out there; her dreams can never be dashed, if only because she can’t ever really have any.
Myself, I’m acutely aware of how illusory the notion is that children will always be safe and secure, and I’m unable to ignore any news story about the horrible things that can happen to young children. This is because I have a 3-year-old and a 4-month-old, that I love more than anything in the world. The thought of something bad happening to either of them is more than enough to keep me up nights, even though I live in a safe, quiet neighborhood.
So if any of you see a guy in a scarlet jumpsuit sneaking into a showing of The Dukes of Hazzard, smile a little for a Doper who got his wishes. (And won’t be posting all that often, since this website will intimidate me.)