I would wish for a major lottery win so I could take care of my family members that still remain.
A selfish wish: I would wish that, before I leave Canada upon my retirement in 4 years, that someone in the Province of Ontario would invite me to lunch, or to dinner in his or her home. I have lived here more than 11 years and only once while I have lived here has someone in this Province including the people of my church (and I have attended six churches in search of a congregation that takes notice of me) has ever invited me to his or her home. In five years no one at my office invited me to lunch until I had a meltdown after my Daddy died and nobody in the office organized a card, sent me flowers, or even passed the word that Daddy had died – then one woman who was the Managing Partners assistant invited me to lunch once because she could not believe that nobody had comforted me (except my boss, who is wonderful, and a woman whom I had sent a card when her mother died).
If I won the lottery as above, I would spend a lot of time taking lonely people to lunch and inviting them to my home, and I would establish a foundation for heaping coals of fire on the heads of the indifferent, unfriendly, secretive people of this Province.\ and teaching them how socialism has sapped the souls right out of them.
World Peace is rubbish if you would not extend a hand to the woman in the next office. And I mean that particularly for all those of you who spent your time boo-hooing about Michael Jackson, a Hollywood freak who wouldnt give you the back of his hand, and walk right past people in your midst that you could comfort and befriend.