[ WP ] A man with a happy family and great life , comes across a genie who grants him three wishes . 10 years later he 's alone and depressed and commits suicide . Expand on his wishes and what prompts his downfall .

The wind is cold against my face. At this height, I am surprised by how much wind there is. 100 floors up is modest in this city, and yet the street below is dizzying. 
 
 The wind sends my tie over my shoulder. I chuckle in ironic disgust. This tie cost more than most people make in a year. I reach up and loosen the knot. The silk fibers, threaded with real gold, feel smooth against my skin. It is n't comforting. 
 
 10 years ago, a small old man asked me what three things I wanted above all else. At the time, the question was innocuous. I was on holiday, traveling through a market, letting the sounds wash over me. At first I did n't even know he was talking to me. He tugged on my shirt and his eyes, which looked unnaturally youthful, probed mine. He asked again, and grinning, I told him. Wealth. Health. Power. 
 
 I noticed the changes as soon as I returned home. I was promoted two levels above my boss, which came with an outrageous salary increase. I was also tasked with the hostile takeover of our only real competitor, after which I was promoted again. 
 
 The money opened doors. Do n't let anyone tell you it does n't. They say an unoccupied mind is the devil's playground, but that's too broad. The absence of worry is the devil's playground, and the black AmEx in my wallet was just that. I had a new life, new stuff, new friends. I also had new enemies. 
 
 I did n't put it together, the old man and the question, until some hooker commented on my physique. The group of people I hung out with, because it's hard to call them friends now, loved hookers. And at $ 10,000 a night, it was n't hard to see why. After a while, I had lost count how many I had been with, but this one stuck out. I got up in the middle of the night to get a drink, and was looking at myself in the mirror. It was a new habit. I was starting to see the life fade from my eyes, and was scared if I stopped looking at them, they'd cease to exist. She came up behind me and slid her arms around my chest, asking how often I work out. 
 
 I've never worked out. 
 
 I traveled back to that market place. I looked for that old man. It started making sense, in a surreal way. I was excited then. I remembered my answer, because I answered honestly. I thought, foolishly, I was just waiting on the power to show up. I had money. I had health. 
 
 Looking back, that was the turning point. Power is hard to define, hard to quantify, and completely subjective. I kept seeking it, thinking I had not yet reached that point. I was expanding my reach at work. Through that I met and fell in love with Emily. We got married. We had Nathan. 
 
 It was n't enough. 
 
 She and Nathan left 6 months ago. In a drunken stupor I brought a hooker home, and she walked in on us. In a rage, I took a swing. 
 
 As it turns out, money does n't buy everything. Domestic Assault stays on your record, as does Attempted Bribery. I lost my job. I have no money saved to pay any of my bills. 
 
 I ca n't do this anymore. 
 
 Sighing, I let gravity take the lead. The wind rips my tie behind me. It's cold against my face. At this height, I'm surprised by how much wind there is.
