Three Wishes…

thCA97JQ9TDear Reader:

Haven’t we all heard several different cultural versions of the Genie and the Three Wishes? Each one is different but they all end with the revelation (usually too late to act) that they already had everything they really needed and wanted…their  wishes just brought sadness or tragedy.

With all the die-hard, emotionally charged Super Bowl fans in abundance….each team’s supporters would probably use all three wishes and more to try to seal their team’s victory Sunday evening. And in this light…I saw one of the Super Bowl commercials that Honda is putting out that is quite creative (starring Kaley Cuoco) -from the Big Bang Theory- as the beautiful genie with the gift of three wishes..and more.

kaley_cuocoWatch below…it is funny- (there will be a 10 second commercial before the super bowl commercial)…but do take a minute for it …a cute twist on words…there is a “spare tire” and then there is a “spare tire.”

Kaley Cuoco Superbowl commercial on MSN Video

As I re-read several Genie and the Three Wishes fairy tales…I came across one that was quite different and I loved its new twist on an old theme.

“Three Wishes”

Long ago and far away, a woman was stepping carelessly through the waters edge and glancing wistfully out across the rippling sea to the rising sun. Orange light twinkled on the dancing waves as they rushed and died upon the smooth shore and washed around something sticking out of the sand.

Stooping, the woman saw the neck of a brass bottle poking up. She had heard of bottles and genies and, hoping that this would be such a vessel, eagerly pulled it out and washed the sand from it in the shallow water. Indeed it was a fine bottle with a tight cork in its neck, which she quickly pulled out without further thought.

 In a whoosh of blue smoke so fast that she did not even have time to drop the bottle, a man in ancient finery appeared as by magic before her.

 “You have released me from a thousand years of imprisonment!” he cried, “For this I will grant you three wishes.”

 Hardly believing her luck, the woman thought long and hard as the genie stood with a thousand-year patience before her. Eventually, she spoke.

 “My love was a sailor-boy who was wrecked long ago on foreign shores. I grieve daily for him. I would have him back here again, whole and as he was.”

 The genie waved his hand, and with a crack and flash he reached through time and the young sailor stood, bewildered, before them.

 “My love!” cried the woman, reaching forward to embrace the lad.

 “Hag! Get away!” shouted the sailor, pushing her away, horror and disgust in his eyes.

 “It is me, your betrothed!” replied the woman. The sailor’s expression fled through faint recognition to fear and dread as he turned and ran without ever looking back.

 Through tears, the woman saw an old wisdom in the genie’s gaze.

“You can never go back.” was all he said as he shook his head, lost in a moment of deep personal sadness. But you do have now, he thought at her.

 “I just want to find happiness!” sobbed the woman.

 “Your wish is my command.” said the genie and, with infinite tenderness and care, he reached down, took a single grain of sand and placed it in the woman’s hand.

 “That’s not magic!” she said, suddenly annoyed. “I said happiness, not sand!”

 “Happiness is where you find it.” said the genie, looking sternly at the woman. “It is in a grain of sand every bit as much as the finest jewelry.”

 The woman looked at the grain of sand, and wondered. And then she looked at the whole beach and smiled.

 “I still think you cheated.” she said, but did not complain further.

 “You still have a third wish.” said the genie, breaking the reverie of the woman as she gazed around with new eyes.

The woman looked long and hard at the genie, who appeared perhaps a little alarmed that she seemed to have broken free of invisible ropes that had held her down for so long.

“I don’t need it.” she eventually said. “I give it to you. You can wish for something yourself.”

 And the genie was, for a long time, struck dumb. The woman, seeing that he was stuck, asked what the matter was. He looked at her in wonder and stared out to sea as if looking out through time.

“In five thousand years, I have been enslaved, enthralled and entreated, but have never been given such a gift,” he said, turning back to the woman. “People have feared me and demanded great magics of me without knowing the deep cost. I do not know who created me but I have cursed them a thousand times and again. To be a genie is to walk alone through eternity. To have great power is to engender fear, envy and desire. To have everything is to have nothing. To have no need to strive is to have no need to live. I have wished for death but cannot die. Yet now I could choose that path. Yes, you have given me that choice. But I will not choose it. What I will choose is life, mortal life, where at last I can know pain and hence know peace, where I can know suffering and hence joy, and where, through the vast panoply of human existence, I can find meaning.”

 And before she could speak, he clapped his hands and lightning rent the heavens in shrieks of momentous change. And then he stood before her, a man.

 “Can I walk with you a while?” he asked

She looked down, looked up and smiled. “You can.” she said.

 And so two figures strolled in easing conversation along the beach and off into the rest of their lives.


There is so much symbolism and subtle epiphanies throughout this story….I particularly like the second wish…where happiness is given to her in the form of a grain of sand…because “happiness is where you plant it.” And it is in as much abundance (as the grains of sand on a beach) as we allow ourselves.

184015_477715892252108_776045970_nHoney recently received a call from the shop (Art Mob) in Hendersonville, NC where she has several pieces of pottery on display for sale. The owner, Michele Sparks, called Honey and asked for 150 “seeds of happiness.” Honey started using the left-over clay to make these seeds and have given them out at talks and presentations. Michele said she wanted to do the same thing with customers…but she got so tickled…the customers were going through them trying to pick out a smiling expression that they liked best….kinda like picking out one grain of sand from another to find true happiness. (Maybe we need to give out a “seed of happiness” with a copy of the story-“Three Wishes.”)

* Out of the eighty or more artisans at Art Mob….Honey was one of three artists selected by a real estate company to use her pottery to promote Hendersonville for its cultural emphasis on the community. Congratulations Honey!

img_2776Honey was definitely the genie yesterday when she and Mollie came for lunch….Mollie was surprised with a whole set of Blue Willow plates, cups, and bowls…from Honey! Mollie also got to see the baby change table, and a bag of magazines and stories for mother and baby…that her genie/fairy godmother-Honey-also gave her….unbelievable!

img_2775But the greatest wish, of course, is for Baby Bump to arrive healthy and loudly… screaming for food…now that is one thing we Dingles do well…eat!

So until tomorrow…let us continue to learn that we can’t go back in our past to find happiness…it is located right now in the present…and like the grains of sand…we are surrounded by it…if we forget our own desires and instead give back to others.

thCAT7PMO9*Happy Groundhog Day…personally I don’t care if the groundhog sees his shadow or not….every day is fantastic…so bring it on mother nature….I am ready for you!

“172 tales left to tell”



About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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