it's the magic number

My mind wanders a lot when I'm driving to and from work, particularly if I hate what's on the radio and don't have any cds I like with me. Apparently, it doesn't take all that much in the way of mental resources to plod along in stop and start traffic, or even to let cars or semis merge, but cut off SUVs whenever they try to force their way into my space. If not for brief bursts of awareness of the flickering sun as I pass under the 85/285 interchange, a certain stand of roadside trees, or me craning my neck to catch a glimpse of the river as I cross it, I could probably do the whole thing on autopilot.

Today, my mind wandered back to the old Three Wishes game (you know, you've got three wishes; what are they?). In the past, there were often short term, superficial bandaids fantastically applied to my aches and pains, as well as the occasional nod to altrusim (world peace, success for my friends, etc.). I'm not sure what it says that my answers today were the same they were some time ago, when I last played this game with myself:

1. that everyone have at least one person that they knew beyond question loved them
2. that everyone have some of my access to the world of not-people, and the satisfaction I associate with that.
3. that human lives always be valued above material objects

I don't know that I'm doing so well on those, really, which is probably why I want to invoke fantastical means to those ends, but it both surprises and pleases me that these wishes seem not wholly, or even largely, selfish, and sit well with my ethics and beliefs.

But, enough about mine. You have three wishes; what are they?