The Wish Card

As Dr. Fence listened to her client; he wishes his wife would listen more and criticize less. He wished the neighbor next door to him would find her true talent, because singing is not her calling. There was more, he wished the little boy in across the street would find something else other than basketball as his dream. Dr. Fence finally had to stop Quincy and asked him, “Quincy, if you had one wish; what would it be?” The question stumped him and caused him to pause for a moment and looked the doctor directly into her eyes. This was the first time within all his sessions; he didn’t have anything to say. Dr. Fence has listened to all his misfortunes with traffic, and his urgency of getting back and forth to work. He shared his frustrations with the way the waitress at an Ultimate Pancake Hut waits on tables and he complains how his wife should have better control of the kids. The list went on and on. Quincy was still lost in thought, because he had no idea what wish he would ask for to change the world around him. Dr. Fence had to bring him back to the present and snapped him out of a deep thought. She asked him again, “Quincy, if you had one wish; what would it be?” His response was that he had to think about it. Then he asked, “Why can’t it be more than one wish? Couldn’t I be like Aladdin and have three wishes? Although, with the problems that I have, three would not be enough.” Quincy still, wasn’t going to be happy rather it is one or three wishes. Dr. Fence is listening to a man that wants complete control of all aspects of the environment around him. She sees just how selfish he really is, and he doesn’t realize how selfish he sounds. One’s self-centeredness can alienate themselves from the real world. AU UPDATE 2.11.2020: Dr. Fence gently tapped the dull end of her pen on a pad of paper on the desk. She watched Quincy pace, listened to him saying he wished that his wife would be less critical of him. “My neighbor’s untalented kid and his basketball hitting the house or the trash can and the constant banging and crashing is all I hear. I think I’m going to lose my mind." He also wished the neighbor next door to him would find her true talent, for singing was not her calling. There was more: he wished the little boy across the street would find something other than basketball as his dream. Dr. Fence finally had to stop Quincy, and she asked him, “Quincy, if you had one wish, what would it be?” The question obviously stumped him and caused him to pause for a moment and look the doctor directly into her eyes. This was the first time within all his sessions that he didn’t have anything to say. Dr. Fence had listened to all his misfortunes with traffic and his urgency of getting back and forth to work. He’d also shared his frustrations with the way the server at a Pancake Hut Express waited on tables, and he complained about how his wife should have better control of the kids. The list went on and on. Quincy was still lost in thought because he had no idea what wish he would ask for to change the world around him. Dr. Fence had to bring him back to the present and snap him out of a deep thought. She asked him again, “Quincy, if you had one wish, what would it be?”